your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora watches as Maea steps back, the shift in her posture enough to suggest things are winding down. She doesn’t miss the way Maea’s hand twitches or the way Liam’s presence seems to steady her, but she doesn’t comment on it. Instead, when Maea offers her hand, Flora glances at it, then up at her face with a faint smirk. "That rose is going to change a lot for us. And yeah, if another one falls into your lap, I wouldn’t be mad if you brought it here first." She takes the handshake, her grip light but firm.
As she releases Maea’s hand, her gaze flicks toward Liam. "Good to see you too. And as someone who has made the move from living in the Greatwood to Torchline...the invitation is open to you as well, and I can promise it isn't so bad here."
Turning back toward the crate, Flora runs her fingers along the edge with one last, thoughtful look. "Safe travels, both of you." She doesn't watch them leave. Instead, her focus is already shifting to the weight of the flower and everything it might mean.
~FIN
As she releases Maea’s hand, her gaze flicks toward Liam. "Good to see you too. And as someone who has made the move from living in the Greatwood to Torchline...the invitation is open to you as well, and I can promise it isn't so bad here."
Turning back toward the crate, Flora runs her fingers along the edge with one last, thoughtful look. "Safe travels, both of you." She doesn't watch them leave. Instead, her focus is already shifting to the weight of the flower and everything it might mean.
~FIN
