Isla
"If I go out again I'll make sure to leave a note," Isla murmurs, and although it sounds perfunctory, she means it, trying to crack herself out of her reverie enough to be present with Sunjata. Nodding to hear he's happy to walk back with her, Isla shifts her feet in the snow as if to get moving, but she can't seem to muster the energy, especially as the subject of Varus rears its head.
Letting out a shivery sigh, she bows her head sadly and rubs at her forehead. "After over a year it felt like I had barely made progress, and to have it knocked back to the beginning..." Shaking her head around words her throat is too tight to say, Isla instead trudges forward suddenly, right up to the lip of the wishing well - and spits into it.
"That's where wishes get you," she mutters, swiping at her eyes and turning back towards Sunjata. "Let's go?" she asks - pleas, almost. "Sometimes I wish I could feel the cold or get drunk, just to feel something. But adding all that on top of the emotions is probably a recipe for disaster."
Letting out a shivery sigh, she bows her head sadly and rubs at her forehead. "After over a year it felt like I had barely made progress, and to have it knocked back to the beginning..." Shaking her head around words her throat is too tight to say, Isla instead trudges forward suddenly, right up to the lip of the wishing well - and spits into it.
"That's where wishes get you," she mutters, swiping at her eyes and turning back towards Sunjata. "Let's go?" she asks - pleas, almost. "Sometimes I wish I could feel the cold or get drunk, just to feel something. But adding all that on top of the emotions is probably a recipe for disaster."
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
