ISLA
"That sounds like an assumption without evidence," Isla says sweetly, and it sounds both like a suggestion that they try as well as a criticism on his scientific method. She's still smiling about it as she finally pulls her dress on - Isla can't feel the way it sticks to her where she's still wet from the ocean, or the discomfort of cold, damp clothing, so she manages it without much fanfare at all.
By which time Remi has grown all sharp and bitter about Nate, and Isla ducks under his arm to give him a silent hug, as if she can just squeeze the vengeance out of him. (It's a nice thought but she knows better, really). "Come on," she suggests. "I should get to the portal. Are you staying in Torchline?"
By which time Remi has grown all sharp and bitter about Nate, and Isla ducks under his arm to give him a silent hug, as if she can just squeeze the vengeance out of him. (It's a nice thought but she knows better, really). "Come on," she suggests. "I should get to the portal. Are you staying in Torchline?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
