Flora
"Please and thank you." Flora purrs in response, her smile lopsided as she watches the play of darkly hued colours from Asta's horns shift like liquid beneath the sunlight. Glancing at Danta, an eyebrow raised, the queen merely shrugs. If he wanted to fly ahead so be it, but of the two of them she knew which she'd prefer to stay with. "Holler if you find something." She murmurs, assuming he would in the same manner he had before.
At Asta's side, where canine or man, the queen adjusts her bag on her shoulder as she peers down at the butcher. "Hey, you okay?" She wonders gently, having noticed a slight dampening of his normally bright smile. Perhaps it had to do with Danta and his shift (no, no, just the former, Flora), but in case there was something else, Flora would rather hear about it sooner rather than later, and selfishly perhaps when it was just the two of them.
Danta to scout!
Asta to rebury the box!
At Asta's side, where canine or man, the queen adjusts her bag on her shoulder as she peers down at the butcher. "Hey, you okay?" She wonders gently, having noticed a slight dampening of his normally bright smile. Perhaps it had to do with Danta and his shift (no, no, just the former, Flora), but in case there was something else, Flora would rather hear about it sooner rather than later, and selfishly perhaps when it was just the two of them.
Danta to scout!
Asta to rebury the box!
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
