Isla
Isla has collected a couple more pebbles in the course of the conversation until now; she's had to use her coat to create a little fabric basket for them, and there are two larger stones and a few smaller ones cradled in there. More than enough when combined with her sisters' efforts, she's sure. Which is a good thing, because the piercing shriek is enough to have her whipping around as well, pebble blue eyes wide.
"A fine idea," she murmurs to Wessex, already backing away and gesturing for Maea to do the same. "More than enough, I would say. We can look at them all in the safety of somewhere that isn't here, no?" It already sounds as though she's got Wessex's agreement, so Isla starts to pick her way out of the Glade without further ado.
"A fine idea," she murmurs to Wessex, already backing away and gesturing for Maea to do the same. "More than enough, I would say. We can look at them all in the safety of somewhere that isn't here, no?" It already sounds as though she's got Wessex's agreement, so Isla starts to pick her way out of the Glade without further ado.
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
