oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
It is clear they have struck to the heart of the matter where there is no fanfare or showboating for Flora to rely upon. For some, this would mean the crumbling of their resolve. Shame, perhaps, or even anger. But - as she'd hoped and anticipated in equal measure - Flora does not follow in those footsteps. Instead there is only burgeoning confidence and determination that has Anju smiling, proud.
"I will be in Torchline a few days more. We will train before I leave," she decrees, word like law. Fingertips still at Flora's elbow, she brushes her thumb against the fair skin there and smiles. "But first, we finish our drinks. And you owe me a trade." Winking, she pulls the feathers from her hip and sets them on the table. This may not have been the ending she anticipated, but she feels deeply satisfied all the same.
- Fin <3
"I will be in Torchline a few days more. We will train before I leave," she decrees, word like law. Fingertips still at Flora's elbow, she brushes her thumb against the fair skin there and smiles. "But first, we finish our drinks. And you owe me a trade." Winking, she pulls the feathers from her hip and sets them on the table. This may not have been the ending she anticipated, but she feels deeply satisfied all the same.
- Fin <3
