ISLA
"Mm, once or twice on the road from King's End to Torchline," Isla says with a crooked smile. "Only ever as a crow or a tiger, though. It was easier to move across the regions that way anyway, so it made sense to hunt in that form." And it's still a little strange to her, to have those shapes knitted against her soul, not borrowed, but entirely her own.
Reaching for his hand, Isla gives Remi's fingers an almost apologetic squeeze as the bittersweet sting of her feelings leeches out and into him. "And yet, if her lantern did get chosen... I imagine you wouldn't turn down the opportunity to look at her face again," she ventures softly; such is the pain of Ludo's blessing at the festival.
And when it comes to Varus, Isla furrows her brow and shakes her head helplessly. "I would hope not - I thought all the Ascended souls would have been free to go to Mort with the Voice and Core being destroyed. But Ludo works with memory as much as spirits, so... I suppose it might have been showing me a sweet lie."
Reaching for his hand, Isla gives Remi's fingers an almost apologetic squeeze as the bittersweet sting of her feelings leeches out and into him. "And yet, if her lantern did get chosen... I imagine you wouldn't turn down the opportunity to look at her face again," she ventures softly; such is the pain of Ludo's blessing at the festival.
And when it comes to Varus, Isla furrows her brow and shakes her head helplessly. "I would hope not - I thought all the Ascended souls would have been free to go to Mort with the Voice and Core being destroyed. But Ludo works with memory as much as spirits, so... I suppose it might have been showing me a sweet lie."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
