flora
"Well...." Having made no attempt at all to alter the way the water had basically fused her sundress against her curves, the queen lifts an eyebrow. "I suppose that all depends on how much of me you're happy to show off." Even bridal style was likely to have her ass partially visible, but it was probably the most modest out of the three.
"Unless you'd prefer me to be invisible, of course." She adds thoughtfully. "Save you the scandal of being seen with me." There's a joke about her being yet another young queen that Koa had been with, but it feels too soon, this particular moment too golden, to make it. Instead, Flora merely crinkles her nose playfully up at him as she tickles the fingers of the hand not interlaced through his, up his chest.
"If only one of us was an attuned, huh?" Koa could be a black stallion, and then all she'd have to do was slip onto his back and he could gallop her home. Or, perhaps Flora could be some sort of song bird perched on his shoulder, serenading him the whole way home.
"Unless you'd prefer me to be invisible, of course." She adds thoughtfully. "Save you the scandal of being seen with me." There's a joke about her being yet another young queen that Koa had been with, but it feels too soon, this particular moment too golden, to make it. Instead, Flora merely crinkles her nose playfully up at him as she tickles the fingers of the hand not interlaced through his, up his chest.
"If only one of us was an attuned, huh?" Koa could be a black stallion, and then all she'd have to do was slip onto his back and he could gallop her home. Or, perhaps Flora could be some sort of song bird perched on his shoulder, serenading him the whole way home.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
