Isla opens her arm wide expecting her friend to run straight into them. When Alexis is only two steps away logic finally prevails and she takes a second look. Isla is in the centre of the group, she is held by no restraints, she isn't like the others, she isn't dressed like before and she doesn't have the gentle and friendly aura that she once had.
Alexis has changed a lot over these years but except for the face there is nothing that resembles her friend of the past. Isla’s eyes move slowly down and she looks at the woman in front of her, taking in her hesitant expression, that hint of conclusion, that hint of distrust.
Alexis doesn’t smell the same as before, the smell of mutt breaking through the once familiar soft scent, Isla’s copper eyes are once again filled with coldness, a cold
