this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Show up she does. Unlike when last Ronin had seen Flora—or really, when anyone had seen her—today Flora's aesthetic style is pure unfettered decadence. Having taken her twin's parting words to heart, the girl is determined to live a life worthy of the pair of them. So, wearing heels despite the sand, wearing a skirt despite the nip in the air, and wearing a shirt made of sequins despite how it rubs against her skin, Flora sashays towards her secondary father figure with her chin held high and a mischievous light in her aqua eyes.
"Well isn't this quite the little surprise." She calls out by way of greeting. Her lips are tugged down in one of those smile-frowns, and she scrunches up her shoulders as a secondary sort of hello.
"Well isn't this quite the little surprise." She calls out by way of greeting. Her lips are tugged down in one of those smile-frowns, and she scrunches up her shoulders as a secondary sort of hello.
