dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Tilting her head, because gods how often does one get to converse with the cattle on a planet they're invading, Dahlia's smile is indulgent, and she holds out her glass for a refill as if that might pay for the answers Flora seeks. "Because, little love," she purrs, "you were next, that's all." And the Doubletake can take that however she likes; whether it's happenstance or whether it's a calculated next step in a long line of worlds turned purple, Flora will just have to imagine.
"Ah, I see - you were nipped by one of the first evolutions of our presence here," she murmurs, settling back in her seat. "If you were to make the same choice, it would be very simple. Enjoyable, even." And though she doesn't say it out loud, the glitter in her too-blue eyes as Everest's name passes Flora's lips might do it for her. He certainly found it that way, it seems to say.
"Ah, I see - you were nipped by one of the first evolutions of our presence here," she murmurs, settling back in her seat. "If you were to make the same choice, it would be very simple. Enjoyable, even." And though she doesn't say it out loud, the glitter in her too-blue eyes as Everest's name passes Flora's lips might do it for her. He certainly found it that way, it seems to say.
Let me see the heat get to it
