Flora
Flora, dressed in an extravagant gown, is loudly crying against Enzo 's shoulder. The witch had raised she and her twin, providing stability and love in a world which felt foreign and uncaring. "B-b-b-ut she c-c-an't be—" Flora sobs, tears streaking down her face. She's so upset that it hardly occurs to her at all that her mascara is probably a streaky mess.
"Why." She wants to know, looking first towards the stiff silhouette of her father, then to her older/younger brother, then back to Enzo. Flora doesn't dare consider asking Ronin, but instead clutches her twin's arm all the more tightly.
"Why." She wants to know, looking first towards the stiff silhouette of her father, then to her older/younger brother, then back to Enzo. Flora doesn't dare consider asking Ronin, but instead clutches her twin's arm all the more tightly.
