flora
"Mmmhmmmm. After that whole disaster at the midwinter ball. We had drinks at my tavern once LongNight was over." Flora explains, and while it isn't the most salacious bit of gossip, it's nevertheless the sort of thing that has the queen beaming with pride over.
Giving the Maverick a look—Flora didn't know enough about the ancients even after having flirted with nearly every single one she came into contact with to know how much they considered themselves a family—the queen shrugs and likewise takes a long sip of her drink.
"Thank youuuuuuu." Lifting a shoulder and beaming beneath his praise, the Doubletake lifts her glass in order to snatch the last of the cherries lingering at the bottom with her teeth. "Not bad." She hums of the cocktail, thinking that if it was made with dark rum rather than with vodka it'd go down a treat in Torchline. Setting her glass down, Flora slides off of her stool and leans to press another kiss against the Maverick's cheek. "I better get this little guy back." She says, nodding toward the jar. "Thanks for getting it for me."
Doubting that Danta would be one for long drawn out goodbyes, the queen reaches for the jar (wherein the creature gives an agitated buzz), before pressing her compass and disappearing back to Torchline.
~FIN
Giving the Maverick a look—Flora didn't know enough about the ancients even after having flirted with nearly every single one she came into contact with to know how much they considered themselves a family—the queen shrugs and likewise takes a long sip of her drink.
"Thank youuuuuuu." Lifting a shoulder and beaming beneath his praise, the Doubletake lifts her glass in order to snatch the last of the cherries lingering at the bottom with her teeth. "Not bad." She hums of the cocktail, thinking that if it was made with dark rum rather than with vodka it'd go down a treat in Torchline. Setting her glass down, Flora slides off of her stool and leans to press another kiss against the Maverick's cheek. "I better get this little guy back." She says, nodding toward the jar. "Thanks for getting it for me."
Doubting that Danta would be one for long drawn out goodbyes, the queen reaches for the jar (wherein the creature gives an agitated buzz), before pressing her compass and disappearing back to Torchline.
~FIN
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