Isla
He lingers in a way that she can't help but find almost endearing, and despite herself Isla starts to relax. "It's quite a remote place, isn't it?" she agrees with a nod, glancing around at the vague shapes of the nearest barrows in the distance.
"Oh - I didn't come here to pick flowers, not exactly." With a soft laugh, she glances into her basket. "I am a medic - I came here to get herbs and other plants that I can use to make medicine," she explains. "But then I saw these flowers. There aren't many that bloom in the nighttime, so I wanted to take some with me."
He's a forward one, Isla notices, tilting her head and letting her smile grow a little, showing the barest tips of fangs. "I am, yes. How did you guess? I hope it's not a problem...?" Ascended were the Caido equivalent of Marmite, or so it felt like.
"Oh - I didn't come here to pick flowers, not exactly." With a soft laugh, she glances into her basket. "I am a medic - I came here to get herbs and other plants that I can use to make medicine," she explains. "But then I saw these flowers. There aren't many that bloom in the nighttime, so I wanted to take some with me."
He's a forward one, Isla notices, tilting her head and letting her smile grow a little, showing the barest tips of fangs. "I am, yes. How did you guess? I hope it's not a problem...?" Ascended were the Caido equivalent of Marmite, or so it felt like.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
