Isla
He doesn't have anywhere else to go, anyway would feel a little biting were it not the exact same situation for Isla. Even so, it's with a soft slouch of her shoulders that she nods her agreement. "We'll finish building The Nameless Brothel and then I'll make a decision," she says, as if being able to turn it into a task for her diary makes it easier to consider. She can just check it off her list instead of realising it's a literal life changing decision, right?
Her lips part to say something else - maybe it's a you don't seem to like the snow, maybe it's a if I decide to become an Ancient, will you go with me? We'll never know, honestly, because Sunjata nudges Isla at the exact moment her foot hits a section of ice covered by snow. The momentum turns his nudge into a veritable ice rink, and it's with a very unladylike curse that Isla loses her feet from beneath her.
There's a beat of silence before her quiet laughter starts to echo into the air, growing by degrees until she can't even think of getting up until she gets hold of herself.
Her lips part to say something else - maybe it's a you don't seem to like the snow, maybe it's a if I decide to become an Ancient, will you go with me? We'll never know, honestly, because Sunjata nudges Isla at the exact moment her foot hits a section of ice covered by snow. The momentum turns his nudge into a veritable ice rink, and it's with a very unladylike curse that Isla loses her feet from beneath her.
There's a beat of silence before her quiet laughter starts to echo into the air, growing by degrees until she can't even think of getting up until she gets hold of herself.
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
