ISLA
Dusting off her hands and standing back, Isla and the Prince look mighty proud of themselves as they observe the shelf they have built. "Do you think it will hold?" she asks the Prince, the dark-haired man nodding his affirmation. It certainly isn't leaning one way or another, so with any luck it'll make a good home for the raw materials Darkeye has gathered.
Speaking of which, with the other man's return, she hears him out with a gentle smile and a nod. "We can hang the lantern, but I'm afraid I will have to leave lighting it to you!" she says. Isla and the Prince go to collect Bastien's lantern, the Remedy standing with it carefully in her hands while her companion tacks in a nail for it to hang upon. Together, they ensure it takes pride of place in Darkeye's forge.
"There," she says with a soft smile. "All done."
Isla and the Prince hang a lantern!
Speaking of which, with the other man's return, she hears him out with a gentle smile and a nod. "We can hang the lantern, but I'm afraid I will have to leave lighting it to you!" she says. Isla and the Prince go to collect Bastien's lantern, the Remedy standing with it carefully in her hands while her companion tacks in a nail for it to hang upon. Together, they ensure it takes pride of place in Darkeye's forge.
"There," she says with a soft smile. "All done."
Isla and the Prince hang a lantern!
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
