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'Ahhh.' Flora nods, the understanding on her face very much suggesting that she too had been tasked with similar enough nonsense in the past to not need to ask any more questions. "Aww, hey you." Bridging the remainder of the distance between Deimos' menagerie and herself, Flora reached a finger out to gently tap one of the luxere antlers on Erebos' hat. "That is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life." She cooes adoringly down at the babe before grinning up at the Sword.
"Oh, you know." Turning her head, Flora squints out toward the Tundra. "Accepted shrine pilgrimage." She says with a bored shrug. Halo, given its once high population of abandoned, wasn't rife with shrines, which made it a perfect place for Flora todo her levelling reqs leave her respects without having to over exert herself.
"Those your fancy gloves?" She nods towards them. "You kicked ass both with and without them at the tournament. It was super impressive." Flora likely hadn't been the only one in the crowd who'd thought the Sword was fucked when Ronin had stolen his gloves away, and yet—
"Oh, you know." Turning her head, Flora squints out toward the Tundra. "Accepted shrine pilgrimage." She says with a bored shrug. Halo, given its once high population of abandoned, wasn't rife with shrines, which made it a perfect place for Flora to
"Those your fancy gloves?" She nods towards them. "You kicked ass both with and without them at the tournament. It was super impressive." Flora likely hadn't been the only one in the crowd who'd thought the Sword was fucked when Ronin had stolen his gloves away, and yet—
let me taste your silhouette
