ISLA
"Nate, you're back!" Isla's cheerful trill cares little for the brewing argument between demigod and merchant, and it's his recognisable silhouette that has her slipping through the bodies around the stalls to reach him. She's out to collect some more herbs for the infirmary, her basket tucked under her arm as she draws up beside him. "Oh, those are some pretty good turnips," she remarks, easy as you like, before looking up at him properly.
"It's good to see you," she says, and were it not for the jumble of baskets and boxes being held aloft around him like some cluttered halo, she might have moved in for a hug. As it stands, it seems as though one wrong move might send everything toppling, so the medic wisely keeps a polite distance. "How long have you been awake?"
"It's good to see you," she says, and were it not for the jumble of baskets and boxes being held aloft around him like some cluttered halo, she might have moved in for a hug. As it stands, it seems as though one wrong move might send everything toppling, so the medic wisely keeps a polite distance. "How long have you been awake?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
