Isla Sloane has an arrow with your name on it (deochfala) wrote in cirque_rp,
Isla felt a smile start to spread across her face as she lowered herself back to earth. "Càite an do shèid a 'ghaoth thu, hmm?" she asked, pushing some of her hair out of her face. It always tended to get a bit messy when she came back down to the ground.
Good lord, but he was tall. And broad. And checked nearly every Scottish box, to boot. She sighed internally, thank all the gods he looked nothing like Alistair. Or else she might have tried to attack him on reflex, even though he was long dead.