candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Rolling her eyes, Flora gives her head a shake. "I doubt it. One I doubt anyone would lay a hand on me, and twooo, it isn't like I've ever done anything to the ascended, so." She shrugs; as far as Flora was concerned, not only would it be an act of war to hurt her, but it would be an incredibly stupid one, at that.
"MMmm, far as I know, none of that stuff transfers with outlanders." She says a touch apologetically. "You'll probably get old just as fast as anyone else."
Grinning at Darkeye's approval, Flora nods proudly. 'Yeah, someone else told me that too. But it's hard to find time to practice, you know?' Which, he probably didn't. Darkeye seemed like the type who would absolutely make time to hone his skills, whereas Flora...had plenty of other things to do.
Speaking of... "Actually, I have to be going. Do you know where the bar is? I forget what it's called, but I'm supposed to meet a friend there. Neron?"
"MMmm, far as I know, none of that stuff transfers with outlanders." She says a touch apologetically. "You'll probably get old just as fast as anyone else."
Grinning at Darkeye's approval, Flora nods proudly. 'Yeah, someone else told me that too. But it's hard to find time to practice, you know?' Which, he probably didn't. Darkeye seemed like the type who would absolutely make time to hone his skills, whereas Flora...had plenty of other things to do.
Speaking of... "Actually, I have to be going. Do you know where the bar is? I forget what it's called, but I'm supposed to meet a friend there. Neron?"
