i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
'You're a pretty good singer, you know that?" Flora trills, and whether or not she means this is entirely obscured by the bright smile on her lips.
Continuing to paint brilliantly coloured flowers here and there and anywhere her brush decided to take her, Flora adds a smattering of stars not unlike those that Isla is adding, though certainly not for the same reason. She just likes them, that's all. Not everything has to have meaning behind it; some things can just be pretty to look at. Take Flora, for example.
"So what ever happened to Bastien?" She wonders, glancing from Darkeye to Isla.
Continuing to paint brilliantly coloured flowers here and there and anywhere her brush decided to take her, Flora adds a smattering of stars not unlike those that Isla is adding, though certainly not for the same reason. She just likes them, that's all. Not everything has to have meaning behind it; some things can just be pretty to look at. Take Flora, for example.
"So what ever happened to Bastien?" She wonders, glancing from Darkeye to Isla.
