Isla
"It can be a challenge, especially in the heat," Isla agrees of being out in the Oerwoud, not that she looks as though she's struggling at all, because she isn't. Then again, with the obvious signs of an Ancient curving back into her hair in a glitter of topaz horns, it's of little surprise that Longheat doesn't give her any trouble. Shifting her pack on her shoulder, she offers a nod in return to his question.
"I'm on my way to Torchline," she explains. "I got a little turned around going through the Feverlands, so it's taking longer than I expected. Did it look as though the beach was close from the direction you travelled?" she asks hopefully. If not, it could be a little while longer of wandering and pretending not to be lost. Isla doesn't have a map to go by, and even a tiger's senses only go so far.
"I'm on my way to Torchline," she explains. "I got a little turned around going through the Feverlands, so it's taking longer than I expected. Did it look as though the beach was close from the direction you travelled?" she asks hopefully. If not, it could be a little while longer of wandering and pretending not to be lost. Isla doesn't have a map to go by, and even a tiger's senses only go so far.
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
