flora
'Mmmm, I think we do.' Flora hummed, spinning as gracefully on her toes as any dancer might before flouncing off into the kitchen and leaving Tal to stay or follow. 'Oh my gods Tal, if he heard you calling him little he'd set one of his plants on you.' Flora either shouts from the kitchen, or laughs over her shoulder depending on where the courier had chosen to stay. "But yes, that's the one. He and our dad started building it ages ago, but I think they're basically done now."
After having slammed through some cupboards, Flora appeared with two champagne flutes filled with vodka. On the bottom of each glass were delicate charms of driftwood and opal. "Anyways, Mateo's friend has learned to fly skyships so they should be good to go fairly soon." Handing the glass out to Tal, Flora raised her own to her lips with a shrug. "I dunno, I keep thinking it would just be easier to ask my dad for his compass, you know? Like, yes there's the road less travelled and blah blah, but there's something to be said for efficiency, don't you think? Oh!" Pulling the glass from her lips (where her lip gloss had already captured her smile), Flora held it towards Tal.
"Cheers!"
After having slammed through some cupboards, Flora appeared with two champagne flutes filled with vodka. On the bottom of each glass were delicate charms of driftwood and opal. "Anyways, Mateo's friend has learned to fly skyships so they should be good to go fairly soon." Handing the glass out to Tal, Flora raised her own to her lips with a shrug. "I dunno, I keep thinking it would just be easier to ask my dad for his compass, you know? Like, yes there's the road less travelled and blah blah, but there's something to be said for efficiency, don't you think? Oh!" Pulling the glass from her lips (where her lip gloss had already captured her smile), Flora held it towards Tal.
"Cheers!"
what doesn't kill me makes me
want you more
want you more
