Isla
Isla starts a bit at the sound of something heavy landing behind her, turning sharply enough that it disturbs some of the snow beginning to settle in her hair and on her shoulders. Blinking, it takes a couple of seconds for her to realise that it's Sunjata, her gloved fingers still loosely holding the rope to pull along her sled, and she offers him a slow smile as he approaches.
"Hey," she says, their voices sounding vaguely muted out here in this blanket of heavy white. "Sorry, I was just..." She glances back at the wishing well, tilting her head at it. "I came out to collect some firewood, and I just kept walking, I suppose. Have you come across this before? It's the first time I've seen anything like it in King's End."
"Hey," she says, their voices sounding vaguely muted out here in this blanket of heavy white. "Sorry, I was just..." She glances back at the wishing well, tilting her head at it. "I came out to collect some firewood, and I just kept walking, I suppose. Have you come across this before? It's the first time I've seen anything like it in King's End."
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