Isla Sloane has an arrow with your name on it (deochfala) wrote in cirque_rp,
"Tha mi creidsinn gum faodadh tu a ràdh an aon rud dhòmhsa," was Isla's answer. She'd lived in a great many places since leaving Scotland all those centuries ago, so it wasn't as though it was a lie. Just not the entire truth.
His presence conjured up images of rolling green hills, a high stone tower, and a breeze coming in off the ocean. Homehomehome. Isla hadn't been back since she joined the Cirque, and for even longer before that, but she was still fiercely proud of her heritage.
"Aye, perhaps you should," she answered, leaning onto one leg and clasping her hands behind her back. "It's been so long since I heard another voice like mine."