my free time and your hands

ISLA evil is a point of view "I don't think I ever have." Isla frowns as she drops into a languid crouch, running her fingers through the snow on the ground as though to test that it's real. She can't feel the cold, of course, but her senses register that it's there. Straightening up again, she glances over the unfamiliar terrain, the vaguely familiar people. And then Edy is speaking to her again, and she offers the Launceleyn a soft smile. "I think perhaps I am just a bit overwhelmed," she says. "I knew what this meant, but it's a bit much all at once, if you know what I mean?" She gets the impression that she doesn't know what she means, given that she's Edrei. "Do you want to go for a walk? Or shall we stay local to where everyone is coming through?"