ISLA
Isla has considered flying if only because perhaps the journey would exhaust her to the point where she didn't have the energy to feel anything else. Alas, she's not so selfish as to not be present with her friend, but that doesn't exactly mean that she'll be great company for Remi. The apology is already burning on her tongue as the skyship arrives and Isla departs on two legs, her fair hair left loose and windblown around her face.
It's unfair, how a moment so longed for can knock her back so effortlessly, and gods, if it weren't for the sweetness of those few seconds with Varus, she'd vow never to bring another lantern to the festival. And therein is the issue, of course - the chance is always worth the pain. Remi knows it, and Isla knows it too.
So as she spots him - she's the only passenger disembarking at this time of day - Isla makes a beeline for his arms, and when she hugs him it's as if it's been another few years since they last spoke, such is her grip. "Thank you for asking me to come out here."
It's unfair, how a moment so longed for can knock her back so effortlessly, and gods, if it weren't for the sweetness of those few seconds with Varus, she'd vow never to bring another lantern to the festival. And therein is the issue, of course - the chance is always worth the pain. Remi knows it, and Isla knows it too.
So as she spots him - she's the only passenger disembarking at this time of day - Isla makes a beeline for his arms, and when she hugs him it's as if it's been another few years since they last spoke, such is her grip. "Thank you for asking me to come out here."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
