Flora
Grinning, Flora playfully rolls her eyes. "You don't get tired at all." She counters. "Unless you're trying to get out of something." Giving him a you-can't-fool-me-look that has Remi written all over it, the girl turns her gaze back toward the cliffside as they begin to slow and descend.
Hopping off and finding her legs a touch unsteady, Flora reaches out appreciatively to Ronin. Quickly snatching her hands back though so that he wouldn't think she was a baby, she grabs the bright flame-coloured flowers brought for her step-sibling and began to march purposefully towards the gravemarker. When your Dad was Remi and you were too young to have experienced loss, visiting a grave was a bit like looking at an old photo album. There was no nostalgia or sadness, just keen interest in a life that you'd missed by a few years. "I hope you like orange." She trills, trying to push the stems down into the rocks so it would look like they were growing.
Hopping off and finding her legs a touch unsteady, Flora reaches out appreciatively to Ronin. Quickly snatching her hands back though so that he wouldn't think she was a baby, she grabs the bright flame-coloured flowers brought for her step-sibling and began to march purposefully towards the gravemarker. When your Dad was Remi and you were too young to have experienced loss, visiting a grave was a bit like looking at an old photo album. There was no nostalgia or sadness, just keen interest in a life that you'd missed by a few years. "I hope you like orange." She trills, trying to push the stems down into the rocks so it would look like they were growing.
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