flora
Perhaps a good deal of misunderstandings would have been washed away between the pair if only they'd both been able to tap into the attuned bond with one another. It was in moments of heightened and confusing emotion that the abilities of the Attuned really won out against the attributes of other races, and yet... watching the King's face and the slow swirl of the water around him, Flora could at least surmise the emotions Hadama felt on the surface. What churned deeper in his waters she could only guess at.
"I actually think my timing is great." Flora counters, meeting Hadama's gaze unflinchingly. "You have no council, your goddess is gone, and Torchline is ... " Glancing down the beach at the void flower, before out toward the horizon line which appeared far choppier than it should have been given the time of year, the Doubletake raised a pointed eyebrow. " ... well, time isn't a luxury you have. This isn't about your feelings, this is about Torchline, and frankly, you need someone like me if you're going to get her back, because she's dying, Hadama.
Our people are leaving. The fact that literally the coldest place on the continent and some ghost-haunted grass fields are stealing away our people should tell you something. You might have good and clever ideas about things, but no one can motivate people like I can." Given the tavern opening had rivaled the sort of activity not always seen at god-level events, Flora didn't think she needed to articulate that point.
"I actually think my timing is great." Flora counters, meeting Hadama's gaze unflinchingly. "You have no council, your goddess is gone, and Torchline is ... " Glancing down the beach at the void flower, before out toward the horizon line which appeared far choppier than it should have been given the time of year, the Doubletake raised a pointed eyebrow. " ... well, time isn't a luxury you have. This isn't about your feelings, this is about Torchline, and frankly, you need someone like me if you're going to get her back, because she's dying, Hadama.
Our people are leaving. The fact that literally the coldest place on the continent and some ghost-haunted grass fields are stealing away our people should tell you something. You might have good and clever ideas about things, but no one can motivate people like I can." Given the tavern opening had rivaled the sort of activity not always seen at god-level events, Flora didn't think she needed to articulate that point.
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
