by Isolde Schwarz » Thu Nov 01, 2018 9:14 pm
Isolde can almost be felt before she enters, a sullen stormcloud on the edge of Wanda's radar.
The reason why is perhaps evident as she walks in, not having bothered to get changed into a swimsuit. Her eyes are a livid yellow under a heavy brow, and the tips of pointed ears poke through her hair.
"...where is she?"