flora
Taking note of the Peryton, their kind almost never seen in Torchline, Spice murmurs a cautious greeting in return as she curls around Flora's neck. "Oh, yeah." Nodding with instant understanding having had to go through that several times herself, Flora waves a hand around as if to welcome Deimos to take whatever he liked. "There are some void pineapples that don't put up too much of a fuss." She suggests, nodding her head down the beach before turning back to Deimos with her lower lip trapped between her teeth. "Yeah...I uh...think I know of someone who might end up needing to take a dunk." She murmurs, widening her eyes suggestively for a moment.
"Yeah, more or less. You came at a good time, or..a convenient one, I guess. We're just about to start our final regional quest to protect the coastline and then hopefully—" Crossing her fingers Flora smiled dramatically. "-we can at least set our sights on the spread elsewhere."
"Yeah, more or less. You came at a good time, or..a convenient one, I guess. We're just about to start our final regional quest to protect the coastline and then hopefully—" Crossing her fingers Flora smiled dramatically. "-we can at least set our sights on the spread elsewhere."
damn they don't make them like this anymore
