walk me home in the dead of night
"Uhh..." Laughing a touch nervously, Flora raises a brow. Itching her fingers through her curls, the queen runs her tongue along her teeth before deciding that of all the people she might tell this particular bit of history to, Asta likely won't say anything. Well, not to anyone except for Danta. "So...my friend and I were up in Hak Etme and there were all these weird bones that came to life." She explains, sidestepping a clump of still smouldering grasses.
"Things...got a little bit hectic, and...you know that thing you all can do? Where you hurt yourselves to try and hurt others?" Glancing over her shoulder up at the butcher, Flora's eyes narrow at the flash of sunlight that streaks across the dark opalescent sheen of his horns. "So, Maea did that, and...killed herself. She almost killed someone else at the same time." The casualness in Flora's voice likely suggests that she either really hates the ancient, or there was more to the story.
"And I mean...much as I don't really like her, I figured I couldn't just leave her like that, so.." Twitching her lips, the Doubletaken glances up at the butcher again, wondering if he'd think that in fact she really could have just Maea. Maybe if Flora had heard the nasty things the ancient had said about the butcher sooner, she would have. "So I brought her back to my dad, and he brought her back to life."
"Things...got a little bit hectic, and...you know that thing you all can do? Where you hurt yourselves to try and hurt others?" Glancing over her shoulder up at the butcher, Flora's eyes narrow at the flash of sunlight that streaks across the dark opalescent sheen of his horns. "So, Maea did that, and...killed herself. She almost killed someone else at the same time." The casualness in Flora's voice likely suggests that she either really hates the ancient, or there was more to the story.
"And I mean...much as I don't really like her, I figured I couldn't just leave her like that, so.." Twitching her lips, the Doubletaken glances up at the butcher again, wondering if he'd think that in fact she really could have just Maea. Maybe if Flora had heard the nasty things the ancient had said about the butcher sooner, she would have. "So I brought her back to my dad, and he brought her back to life."
