sapere aude

Isla take your medicine It's like the feeling of static before an electric shock - Isla glances up at the Spire as if it has just spoken to her, and her footsteps bring her in and up before her more logical mind has the chance to object. "Hello?" she calls, almost on autopilot, having to duck around ruin and stone to pick her way within. She knows that beneath lies the portal and yet more devastation. But up, into this column that scratches towards the sky? Isla was dead long before the Spire was breached in this way. And so she tip toes, careful and quiet, her pebble blues flashing in the dark. Curiosity would not kill her a second time - of that she would make certain.