flora
Peering over the bar to see what it was Melita was writing, Flora sank back down to her heels once she saw the chart. "You can add that none of the ancient abilities seem to work any better or worse." She murmurs with a small shrug. It wasn't information she'd passed onto Team A, but given how few ancients there were (and none of any remarkable strength), it hardly seemed to matter.
Pouring herself a cocktail, Flora glances up at Aurelia trying to gauge the seriousness of her tone. "Luckily we've made Torchline fairly safe. You won't find any void stuff in the city or out on the ocean. The coastline is another story, but..." Glancing at Mel, the queen lifts a brow. "..we're nearly there." One more stupid round of yeeting rainbow stones around and they'd be done; forever, Flora hoped.
Smirking at the flame sparking from the Fireheart's finger, Flora waits to see what Aurelia will make of her father's gin, before grinning proudly. "If nothing else, working here will really get you back in touch with what's going on around here." She agrees, leaning against the bar once more. Whether or not she should have taken Jack's rejection of Aurelia into consideration before offering her a place to work seemed moot at this point, because as soon as the other woman agreed Flora reached a hand over the bar for her to shake.
"Well that's that then! Honestly it isn't too hard, and if you screw anything up, just make the next drink even stronger and no one will ever complain." Given Ronin and Remi were responsible for the majority of the alcohol brought into the Hanged Man, Flora rarely had to worry about things like supply and demand. Clearing her throat, the queen offers the Fireheart a warm smile before mixing her another drink.
Pouring herself a cocktail, Flora glances up at Aurelia trying to gauge the seriousness of her tone. "Luckily we've made Torchline fairly safe. You won't find any void stuff in the city or out on the ocean. The coastline is another story, but..." Glancing at Mel, the queen lifts a brow. "..we're nearly there." One more stupid round of yeeting rainbow stones around and they'd be done; forever, Flora hoped.
Smirking at the flame sparking from the Fireheart's finger, Flora waits to see what Aurelia will make of her father's gin, before grinning proudly. "If nothing else, working here will really get you back in touch with what's going on around here." She agrees, leaning against the bar once more. Whether or not she should have taken Jack's rejection of Aurelia into consideration before offering her a place to work seemed moot at this point, because as soon as the other woman agreed Flora reached a hand over the bar for her to shake.
"Well that's that then! Honestly it isn't too hard, and if you screw anything up, just make the next drink even stronger and no one will ever complain." Given Ronin and Remi were responsible for the majority of the alcohol brought into the Hanged Man, Flora rarely had to worry about things like supply and demand. Clearing her throat, the queen offers the Fireheart a warm smile before mixing her another drink.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
