Isla Sloane has an arrow with your name on it (deochfala) wrote in cirque_rp,
Isla nodded. "No, I understand," she told him. "It's familiar, it calls to you, but at the same time it makes you wish you were back there. If only for a moment." If by some chance the Cirque did stop in Scotland any time soon, Isla felt she'd be able to cope. She hadn't been home in 15 years; she had made her peace with her past. For the most part, anyway.
"Isla," she replied, taking his hand and dropping into her best curtsy. Which was quite good, her mother had seen to that. "Isla Sloane. Pleasure to meet you, Duncan. What sort of things are they having you do around here?"