flora
Having spent all of her adult life in Torchline, Flora had grown so used to its natural beauty that she hardly gave the poetic vista of surf and sand a second glance as she sashayed her way toward the lighthouse. Yes, yes, the bioluminescence on the water was pretty, yes the sand itself seemed to sparkle with sunlight, and yes Torchline was coastal and gorgeous. But when you had a life with all the complexities that brought with it, a stunning bit of coastline was hardly enough to just magically steal your thoughts away forever.
Or, so it was in Flora's experience.
Wearing a black bathing suit with a plunging neckline and sarong wrapped low on her waist to reveal her figure, Flora strolled along the sand with her shoes in one hand and a few trinkets for Safrin in the other. Ahead of her was a little slip of a woman. If Flora recognized her it was only in passing, but with as large as Torchline was that was hardly a surprise. Not wanting to wait in line for the shrine—she'd come back if that was the case—Flora raised one ringed hand up to shade her eyes. "Hey!" She called brightly. "You coming or going?"
Or, so it was in Flora's experience.
Wearing a black bathing suit with a plunging neckline and sarong wrapped low on her waist to reveal her figure, Flora strolled along the sand with her shoes in one hand and a few trinkets for Safrin in the other. Ahead of her was a little slip of a woman. If Flora recognized her it was only in passing, but with as large as Torchline was that was hardly a surprise. Not wanting to wait in line for the shrine—she'd come back if that was the case—Flora raised one ringed hand up to shade her eyes. "Hey!" She called brightly. "You coming or going?"
damn they don't make them like this anymore
