Flora's note had arrived moments after he had left on his scouting mission and even now waited for his return. Her voice, however, reached him clearly and he turned from the ominous blossom to face the young beauty. A few flexes of his tail sent him closer in to shore so they could speak more easily.
"I did not," he admitted, allowing a hint of curiosity into his voice. "But it is good to see you. Have you been well, Flora?" Emerald eyes searched his friend's face for tension or shadows. He had given her space since the Deepfrost meeting, but he had come by the Hanged Man on several occasions to quietly ask after its mistress's health while he had a relaxing drink. It wasn't the same as hearing it from her lips, however, and he fell silent again as he waited for her own recounting of how she was doing in this season of uncertainty and strange omens.
"I did not," he admitted, allowing a hint of curiosity into his voice. "But it is good to see you. Have you been well, Flora?" Emerald eyes searched his friend's face for tension or shadows. He had given her space since the Deepfrost meeting, but he had come by the Hanged Man on several occasions to quietly ask after its mistress's health while he had a relaxing drink. It wasn't the same as hearing it from her lips, however, and he fell silent again as he waited for her own recounting of how she was doing in this season of uncertainty and strange omens.
