flora
"This feels like cheating!" Flora calls out loudly, her words wrapped in amusement as much as the air Deimos sent her way. Though the queen's fingers tried to keep hold of the gloves, she found them slipping out of her grasp with far more ease than she'd have thought a bit of wind capable of. Then again, coming from Deimos it was a good deal more than just a bit of wind, skillfully manipulated though it was.
"Okay, okay, you wiiiiiin." She admits, brushing her hands loudly against one another as if to indicate that they were empty. "I'd like out of this jail now." Assuming he'd comply, the Sword would see Flora, fully visible, stumbling back onto solid and flat ground before jogging back toward him with a crooked grin. "I mean, if you can do that so easily, why do you even need to be able to magically recall your gloves?"
"Okay, okay, you wiiiiiin." She admits, brushing her hands loudly against one another as if to indicate that they were empty. "I'd like out of this jail now." Assuming he'd comply, the Sword would see Flora, fully visible, stumbling back onto solid and flat ground before jogging back toward him with a crooked grin. "I mean, if you can do that so easily, why do you even need to be able to magically recall your gloves?"
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