flora
Waiting for the end of the question only for it not to come, instead of flinching away from the whirlwind of copper hair, Flora grins openly at the arrival of her friend. About to make some comment about a certain pale-haired problem that they had in common, suddenly greetings are exchanged and the Doubletake can't seem to quite parce the Honeybee or the Fireheart's tone. Melita didn't seem mad at the other woman, but nor did Flora think she was radiating with joy at seeing the brunette, who seemed suddenly more like a kicked puppy than a woman who wanted a fun night out.
"Soooooo....." The queen interrupts, raising an eyebrow and looking mostly to Melita to explain. If this was some long lost love nonsense Flora was going to excuse herself right then and there. She doubted it, given everything she knew about Melita, but gods she also hadn't thought Asta would turn out to be the asshole he was either, so right now she sort of thought anything was possible.
"I'm Flora, by the way."
"Soooooo....." The queen interrupts, raising an eyebrow and looking mostly to Melita to explain. If this was some long lost love nonsense Flora was going to excuse herself right then and there. She doubted it, given everything she knew about Melita, but gods she also hadn't thought Asta would turn out to be the asshole he was either, so right now she sort of thought anything was possible.
"I'm Flora, by the way."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
