[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color]

Isla was reaching into her bag and feeling around for something, when Lance asked to start a fire. The young woman hesitated before her fingertips brushed the cool, metal handle of the hairbrush in her bag. [color=#00fa9a]"If you could go without I would greatly appreciate it,"[/color] Isla said, feeling badly about her answer, but knowing she really had no other answer to give.

Isla then quietly pulled out the silver brush with roses etched it in and plastic bristles, and began running it through her dark brown locks. In her mind she could see her mother, sitting at the end of her bed, brushing her hair with the same brush. And though the face was blurry, the brush was forever etched in her brain. 

After a few minutes of brushing, Isla stopped and looked in the direction she thought Lance was in based on when he last spoke. [color=#00fa9a]"So, what about your family? What's life like for a magic user who doesn't hate humans?"[/color] she asked.