Isla
There is no Ascended horde.
There isn't even a trail left to follow, in case of any beady eyes or keen minds. Isla has been collecting the blushberries as she goes, storing them in a basket on her arm as she heads deeper into the Woodlands, keen eyes cutting through the darknesss all too easily.
Easily enough, indeed, to spot Remi as he is suddenly right there, and Isla has dropped the basket and started to run towards him before her mind catches the fuck up with itself. "Remi, you can't be here," she hisses, already trying to back up in case the Voice has noticed this anomaly (and she knows her goddess's mind is sharp, so she doesn't hold out much hope).
There isn't even a trail left to follow, in case of any beady eyes or keen minds. Isla has been collecting the blushberries as she goes, storing them in a basket on her arm as she heads deeper into the Woodlands, keen eyes cutting through the darknesss all too easily.
Easily enough, indeed, to spot Remi as he is suddenly right there, and Isla has dropped the basket and started to run towards him before her mind catches the fuck up with itself. "Remi, you can't be here," she hisses, already trying to back up in case the Voice has noticed this anomaly (and she knows her goddess's mind is sharp, so she doesn't hold out much hope).
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
