Isla
If Fae bullshit is anything like Lullaby bullshit, maybe Isla will reconsider her views on respect for the Greatwood. For now, though, winded as she is and finding it impossibly funny such that catching her breath is even more difficult, there's very little reconsidering going on - or any thinking at all, as it happens. By the time Remi glides to her side the Remedy has at least got air back in her lungs, and though there's dirt streaked across her face and sweetgrass in her hair, she seems cheerful enough as she smiles up at her friend.
"Okay, but next time I get to push you overboard, how about that?" she asks with a sly raise of her eyebrows, the grin on her face barely contained. "On the plus side, I had a soft landing, and it smells great. What is this stuff?"
"Okay, but next time I get to push you overboard, how about that?" she asks with a sly raise of her eyebrows, the grin on her face barely contained. "On the plus side, I had a soft landing, and it smells great. What is this stuff?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
