my free time and your hands

ISLA evil is a point of view Isla doesn't need the breath, but she still inhales deeply and lets it go again, as if to give herself a chance to centre. Once that's out of the way, the lingering fuzziness is shelved as well for later contemplation when it's quiet and she's alone, and she glances back to Edy with a small smile. "I'm afraid it doesn't care if you like it or not," she says. "It looks as though this whole town is under a constant blizzard." Raising her eyebrows in return, she can't help but flash a fanged grin in the Launceleyn's direction and strolls away towards the market stalls, keen to enjoy this one-on-one time as well. (Though probably not in the way Edy's big dick would like them to). The questions are expected, but Isla still takes her time in replying. "There is still a lot I want to do," she admits, knowing that it's selfish and not caring. As for how? "The first time? A Longnight monster crawled inside me and destroyed me from the inside out," she explains. "Then I was a horse for a while. Then my best friend killed me."