Flora
Blushing as his hand covers hers—maybe they were okay? maybe they'd never need to talk about what had happened except to reassure one another they wouldn't make the same mistakes twice?—Flora tucks herself neatly at his side, her long legs able to match the steps of his even longer ones.
"It's to meet with Dahlia, if I ever have occasion to see her again." The queen hums, the namedrop casually said. "I have a feeling that looking good won't necessarily impress her, but that not looking the part would put me at a definite disadvantage." Flora explains, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the general murmur of the afternoon crowd.
Subtly Flora scans the faces of those milling about for one in particular, one with too-blue eyes beneath a mop of dark hair. While she'd made Jack promise not to blast canon fire directly into the ancient's face, there were all sorts of things that the captain hadn't promised not to do. Still, if Jack was milling about Flora doubted if she'd be able to see him before he was ready to be seen, anyway.
The shopkeeper waves excitedly as Flora arrives, the queen being one of his best customers (and likely one of the few who could properly afford his rates). Turning toward Asta, the owner gives the ancient an appraising look, clearly impressed not only by the cut of his clothes but in their assembly and pairings as well. "And just who are we shopping for today my queen?" He wonders, his eyes dancing back and forth between she and Asta. Grinning, the queen gives the butcher's arm a squeeze before pulling away. "Both, I think." She chimes, crinkling her nose affectionately at the butcher before shrugging a touch latently at his question.
"Why don't we try both and you can decide for me?"
"It's to meet with Dahlia, if I ever have occasion to see her again." The queen hums, the namedrop casually said. "I have a feeling that looking good won't necessarily impress her, but that not looking the part would put me at a definite disadvantage." Flora explains, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the general murmur of the afternoon crowd.
Subtly Flora scans the faces of those milling about for one in particular, one with too-blue eyes beneath a mop of dark hair. While she'd made Jack promise not to blast canon fire directly into the ancient's face, there were all sorts of things that the captain hadn't promised not to do. Still, if Jack was milling about Flora doubted if she'd be able to see him before he was ready to be seen, anyway.
The shopkeeper waves excitedly as Flora arrives, the queen being one of his best customers (and likely one of the few who could properly afford his rates). Turning toward Asta, the owner gives the ancient an appraising look, clearly impressed not only by the cut of his clothes but in their assembly and pairings as well. "And just who are we shopping for today my queen?" He wonders, his eyes dancing back and forth between she and Asta. Grinning, the queen gives the butcher's arm a squeeze before pulling away. "Both, I think." She chimes, crinkling her nose affectionately at the butcher before shrugging a touch latently at his question.
"Why don't we try both and you can decide for me?"
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
