Flora
Though Halo was far from one of Flora's favourite places to be—she much preferred the tropical shores of Torchline—now that Longheat had descended properly across Caido, even Halo's arctic climates were somewhat bearable. The queen still wore a long woollen coat, her tanned skin utterly repulsed by the chill, but she wasn't as bundled up as she had been in other seasons such that she was able to move with relative ease through the dense forest. Overhead, a small pale dragon flew on opalescent wings, skirting around the tops of the conifers and occasionally glancing down to trill her delight.
"You would like the cold." Flora says under her breath, rolling her eyes affectionately up at the small dragon, as if enjoying the cold was traitorous to the bond they shared. From said bond, Spice relayed the image of a woman with a shock of red hair. Assuming it must be Evie, and, having not seen Halo's other Warden in quite some time, Flora altered her course ever so slightly to bring her in line with the course the other woman was trudging toward the river bank.
"Evieeeee?" She called out, her voice sing-song and bright.
"You would like the cold." Flora says under her breath, rolling her eyes affectionately up at the small dragon, as if enjoying the cold was traitorous to the bond they shared. From said bond, Spice relayed the image of a woman with a shock of red hair. Assuming it must be Evie, and, having not seen Halo's other Warden in quite some time, Flora altered her course ever so slightly to bring her in line with the course the other woman was trudging toward the river bank.
"Evieeeee?" She called out, her voice sing-song and bright.
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
