flora
"I think you could totally pull that off." Flora announces as she saunters down the docks, flashing the Tidebreaker a dazzling smile and jaunty wave. In a sundress that was a good deal more hopeful about the weather than what it was like to receive, the queen stopped short of the fountain in order to pick up a comically large bottle of champagne. Pulling a face—one both amused and annoyed—she glanced at Hadama.
"I love a party as much as anyone, but this is really getting old." She huffs before dropping the bottle into Hadama's sack. "Would you be against making littering punishable by death?" She suggests, only half kidding.
"The rest of the year no one acts like this, and the sun goes down and it's like everyone forgets what a garbage can looks like."
"I love a party as much as anyone, but this is really getting old." She huffs before dropping the bottle into Hadama's sack. "Would you be against making littering punishable by death?" She suggests, only half kidding.
"The rest of the year no one acts like this, and the sun goes down and it's like everyone forgets what a garbage can looks like."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
