flora
'Definitely blows shit up!' Comes a pantomimed answer from somewhere behind Melita. What a toothy-pumpkin was supposed to sound like the Doubletake had absolutely no idea, but high and squeaky was more or less the go-to when you were imitating a voice, and so that's what she defaulted to.
With her sandals in one hand and the bottom of her sundress coiled in the other so that neither would drag along the sand, Flora steps into the Honeybee's eye line with a bright grin. 'Wow, what a great idea.' She chirped as if having just overheard both sides of the conversation. "Blowing shit up is always so much fun."
On one of her bare shoulders, a small mound of white suddenly stretched before looking doubtfully at Sila with dark blue eyes. Whether this was about to be some fire and ice competition nonsense or if the dragonling was just grumpy at having woken up was yet to be seen. "Mind if we sit?"
With her sandals in one hand and the bottom of her sundress coiled in the other so that neither would drag along the sand, Flora steps into the Honeybee's eye line with a bright grin. 'Wow, what a great idea.' She chirped as if having just overheard both sides of the conversation. "Blowing shit up is always so much fun."
On one of her bare shoulders, a small mound of white suddenly stretched before looking doubtfully at Sila with dark blue eyes. Whether this was about to be some fire and ice competition nonsense or if the dragonling was just grumpy at having woken up was yet to be seen. "Mind if we sit?"
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
