ISLA
Oh hush, Isla tells him, much as she knows that it will make no difference. There's no need to get all morose on me, Remi. I will keep fresh flowers in the infirmary regardless, and I'll just offer you one when you pop up. I also much prefer to enjoy your company than your bouque-- oi! Her laughter rings like a bell through the Attuned bond, and Remi is successful in grabbing onto her. The result is that she ends up ferrying him along, giggling as she goes.
Hardly mastered the form. I just know you, she protests, her limbs flailing. Except suddenly she stops, as if there's a creeping realisation on the periphery of her senses. A ship, she says quietly.
Hardly mastered the form. I just know you, she protests, her limbs flailing. Except suddenly she stops, as if there's a creeping realisation on the periphery of her senses. A ship, she says quietly.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
