ISLA
Their lifestyles are a study in opposites, it seems. Isla had led a very busy life even before becoming Overseer, and now it's just even busier. She arrives at Theskyra House straight from the Infirmary, in her white doctor's coat with a stethoscope still around her neck, not that she really needs it these days. "Hello Bastien," she says softly as she sweeps into the sitting room, taking off both coat and stethoscope to lay them down over the arm of a wingback chair.
"You know, I don't think we have had a moment together since we began to rule the Grounds." Her smile is wry but it really is true, Isla sinking down into her chair and relaxing back. "What a shame we can't enjoy a drink any more. I would kill for some sweet tea. How have you been?"
"You know, I don't think we have had a moment together since we began to rule the Grounds." Her smile is wry but it really is true, Isla sinking down into her chair and relaxing back. "What a shame we can't enjoy a drink any more. I would kill for some sweet tea. How have you been?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
