your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
"Oh, pfft." The queen laughs, giving her head a little shake. Though the Doubletake had worked hard to get where she was and certainly wasn't the type to wilt beneath acknowledgement of her achievements, your highness was even a bit rich for her tastes. "Just call me Flora, please." If she's surprised at all about being recognised (she isn't), she doesn't show it. Instead, her smile is as bright and cheerful as ever as she widens her eyes at the sudden appearance of a rather guilty-looking pair of blue eyes. "Ah, well then you're just her type then." She chuckles, of Zavien having been willing to take the fall. "Luckily between the two of us I bet we can clean this up before anyone has to be lashed outside of the Needle, hmmm?" This last sound is directed at Spice, who trills sweetly in response before eagerly snorfling the offered jerky.
"Nice to meet you, that's Spice." The queen replies. "My dad found her up in the mountains, and since his ice dragon is called Sugar..." Flora shrugs, her smile lopsided; Sugar and Spice, because Ronin was oh so creative.
Glancing around for something they could use to clean up the oil, the queen opts for a bit of cloth that was likely going to be used to cover a table or some such (hopefully it wasn't important). Kneeling down, Flora spreads the cloth out over the oil. "She gets this way when she's bored." The queen explains. "Not that I can really blame her." Nosing at his pocket, Zavien will feel the press of Spice's nose as she searches for more jerky, her blue eyes wide and adoring as she begs for whatever else he might have to offer her.
"Nice to meet you, that's Spice." The queen replies. "My dad found her up in the mountains, and since his ice dragon is called Sugar..." Flora shrugs, her smile lopsided; Sugar and Spice, because Ronin was oh so creative.
Glancing around for something they could use to clean up the oil, the queen opts for a bit of cloth that was likely going to be used to cover a table or some such (hopefully it wasn't important). Kneeling down, Flora spreads the cloth out over the oil. "She gets this way when she's bored." The queen explains. "Not that I can really blame her." Nosing at his pocket, Zavien will feel the press of Spice's nose as she searches for more jerky, her blue eyes wide and adoring as she begs for whatever else he might have to offer her.
