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Lifting her eyebrows in return, Flora adds Sohalia leaving to the list of everything, and finds her own smile fading ever so slightly. "Yeah...yeah." >>>
"Sorry," she whispers softly; not necessarily for mentioning his mother, but for the hurt it still caused him. Having lost Enzo at the same time, Flora was keenly aware that time didn't always play a huge factor in the healing process. "You were always so good with swords like she was, I guess I just assumed you liked it too." He probably did, though certainly the expectation that came along with it probably took some of the joy he'd have gotten out of it otherwise.
Leaning softly against him now, not bothering to try and mask the movement by pretending to stumble into him or something else equally cliche, Flora laughs under her breath. "Enzo and I were going to be travelling artists. Or, he was, and I was going to be his manager." She says, and now it's hurt turn to feel the melancholic twist of speaking of plans long since forgotten. "We were going to have a magical wagon that was bigger on the inside and be pulled around by a unicorn. We'd go from town to town wowing everyone, and when we got bored, we'd just..pick up and go." Feeling her stomach begin to clench with the memory, Flora hid her wilting smile behind the rim of her wine glass before helping herself to a healthy sip.
"Sorry," she whispers softly; not necessarily for mentioning his mother, but for the hurt it still caused him. Having lost Enzo at the same time, Flora was keenly aware that time didn't always play a huge factor in the healing process. "You were always so good with swords like she was, I guess I just assumed you liked it too." He probably did, though certainly the expectation that came along with it probably took some of the joy he'd have gotten out of it otherwise.
Leaning softly against him now, not bothering to try and mask the movement by pretending to stumble into him or something else equally cliche, Flora laughs under her breath. "Enzo and I were going to be travelling artists. Or, he was, and I was going to be his manager." She says, and now it's hurt turn to feel the melancholic twist of speaking of plans long since forgotten. "We were going to have a magical wagon that was bigger on the inside and be pulled around by a unicorn. We'd go from town to town wowing everyone, and when we got bored, we'd just..pick up and go." Feeling her stomach begin to clench with the memory, Flora hid her wilting smile behind the rim of her wine glass before helping herself to a healthy sip.
