Isla
"Perhaps in future we can ask for some non-fire based illumination for the Hollowed Grounds," Isla says. It seems like the sort of thing a region would work towards in times of peace, so the idea instantly goes to the back of her mind. There will be more important (and likely combat-based) things to focus on before they can consider street lighting.
Flashing a crooked smile in Maea's direction, Isla is about to make a lewd quip about whether size matters when Wessex pipes up about her frog-stone, and the Remedy is charmed by much more innocent conversation. "And this one looks sort of like a star. I didn't realise they came in different shapes." Chuckling to herself and gathering up the star glow stone, along with a flatter shaped pebble, she straightens up to search elsewhere.
"Oh, the Loreseekers? I'd love to join, if you have room." Isla beams to her sister. "And Wessex is right - you don't need our permission."
Flashing a crooked smile in Maea's direction, Isla is about to make a lewd quip about whether size matters when Wessex pipes up about her frog-stone, and the Remedy is charmed by much more innocent conversation. "And this one looks sort of like a star. I didn't realise they came in different shapes." Chuckling to herself and gathering up the star glow stone, along with a flatter shaped pebble, she straightens up to search elsewhere.
"Oh, the Loreseekers? I'd love to join, if you have room." Isla beams to her sister. "And Wessex is right - you don't need our permission."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
