candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Laughing cheerfully and brightly, Flora nodded and moved to come and stand at Darkeye's side. "Yeah..I guess I sort of thought since these were given to me by Frey I'd just..instantly be good with them? But I'm really not." She admits with a self-deprecating shrug before holding out her hand for Darkeye to shake. "I'm Flora. You're that...uhm.." Pausing, Flora's expression crinkles somewhat as she searches her memory for the right word. "Reporter..guy, right? The one trying to write down all the stuff that's been happening?"
Turning back towards the straw dolls, Flora takes a deep breath. Breathing, she'd been told, was part of having good aim. So, with her breath held, she threw a feather towards the center of one of the mannequins, and..
..completely missed.
Turning back towards the straw dolls, Flora takes a deep breath. Breathing, she'd been told, was part of having good aim. So, with her breath held, she threw a feather towards the center of one of the mannequins, and..
..completely missed.
