oh my goddess

It both is and isn't Isla he'll be greeted with as she steps up and into the light, a hand half raised to shield her face from the sudden brightness of the skies overhead. It is the Remedy, of course, in every way that counts, but not as Sunjata will have ever known her. With a crown of deep topaz that curves elegantly back and into her hair, an Ancient's horns seem to suit her just as well as an Ascended's upgrades ever did, and as she lowers her hand to see the Flood, it's like she's looking at him for the first time too. At first it's just warm steel framed by thick black lashes and a shadow cast long enough to keep the sun from blinding her, but as she steps out properly into the Climb, the rest of Sunjata comes into focus. From the scar that cuts his smile a little wider than it should to the curious furrow of his brows, Isla can't help the sudden and fanged smile that flashes across her face. "I feel warm," she murmurs, somewhat dozily. "And... tired. And..." Laughing at herself, she looks down at her hands as if they might catch fire all of a sudden. "I feel good. Does it... do I still look like me?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die