Flora
"I dunno, make them farm Frey's Breath until they've found every single lily?" Flora suggests, raising her brows to prove she could be clever as well as petty. "I dunno, I'm in the mood for trouble." She huffs dramatically. The queen had come far from being a girl wonderstruck by the mermanta, to a young woman who was desperate for his approval, now to the mess who swam before him, though through it all Flora had never been anything but herself, as she was now.
"Maybe I'll just do it. I think I can take both he and Asta at the same time." Doubtful that the dropping of the butcher's name will mean anything, it at least sheds a tiny bit more context onto the situation. Or maybe it doesn't, who knows. "That way you don't have to be mad at me for starting a civil war." She adds with a small but crooked smile.
Before Flora can elaborate on the form her revenge might take, the sea breeze seems to solidify into a small congregation of cloud wyrms. Tilting her chin up and shading her eyes just before their wistful bodies block out the sun, the queen smiles softly before stretching out a hand towards one.
"Maybe I'll just do it. I think I can take both he and Asta at the same time." Doubtful that the dropping of the butcher's name will mean anything, it at least sheds a tiny bit more context onto the situation. Or maybe it doesn't, who knows. "That way you don't have to be mad at me for starting a civil war." She adds with a small but crooked smile.
Before Flora can elaborate on the form her revenge might take, the sea breeze seems to solidify into a small congregation of cloud wyrms. Tilting her chin up and shading her eyes just before their wistful bodies block out the sun, the queen smiles softly before stretching out a hand towards one.
'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
Code stolen from Queen Sky
