Flora
'Oooh, yesss, Flora agrees.' Of the fire-looking lilies. Knowing nothing about Aoife other than the few things her Dad has told her, now she surrounds the girl's mention image in her mind with a roar of flame and flowers the snarl like a wildfire.
Reaching for the flowers, her fingers carefully holding the paper sheathing around them, Flora looks up with her lips slightly parted. 'On your...you mean, I can..? She breathes, hardly daring to believe it. Shaking her head hard enough to dislodge a few bits of blonde hair from her ponytail, Flora blinks her pale green eyes up at Ronin. "You mean it? We can go on your nimbus?"
Reaching for the flowers, her fingers carefully holding the paper sheathing around them, Flora looks up with her lips slightly parted. 'On your...you mean, I can..? She breathes, hardly daring to believe it. Shaking her head hard enough to dislodge a few bits of blonde hair from her ponytail, Flora blinks her pale green eyes up at Ronin. "You mean it? We can go on your nimbus?"
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