flora
Bundled up from head to toe and still looking a touch miserable about it, Flora is on her way out to the Sea of Glass. She recalls having heard about it from when her mother lived here in Halo but had never made the trip. Though Longheat was just around the corner, given the frosty temperatures the Doubletake didn't really think waiting a few weeks would make much of a difference, so off she went.
Slipping through the Citadel gates it was rather easy to make out Deimos' silhouette against the stark background of nothing. (That's what Flora saw, at least, having not yet been able to appreciate Halo's natural beauty given the fucking cold).
"Is this your version of a midlife crisis?" Flora calls out cheerfully, lifting a mittened hand and offering the Sword a brisk wave before trudging through the snow toward him. Lifting off from her shoulders Spice soured through the air, her pale white wings flapping harder than she was used to given the lack of warm air to keep her buoyant. Nevertheless she trilled a greeting to the peryton before circling back toward Flora.
Slipping through the Citadel gates it was rather easy to make out Deimos' silhouette against the stark background of nothing. (That's what Flora saw, at least, having not yet been able to appreciate Halo's natural beauty given the fucking cold).
"Is this your version of a midlife crisis?" Flora calls out cheerfully, lifting a mittened hand and offering the Sword a brisk wave before trudging through the snow toward him. Lifting off from her shoulders Spice soured through the air, her pale white wings flapping harder than she was used to given the lack of warm air to keep her buoyant. Nevertheless she trilled a greeting to the peryton before circling back toward Flora.
let me taste your silhouette
