flora
"So long as they don't just teleport away." Flora hums mischievously; if ever the Sword wanted to see who was faster, his master or her compass, she was certainly game. For now, though, as she returned to his side, rosy-cheeked and wishing she'd brought her sunglasses to ward away the glare, the queen gave her head a shake.
"Nah, I think I'll make my way toward the shrine out there. I'm already cold, how much worse can it get?" In fact, it could get much worse, but given the season so long as Flora didn't run into any magical fuckery, she wouldn't freeze. Not with her compass, anyway.
"Good to see you both! Tell Evie I said heyyyyyy!" So saying, the Doubletake widened her eyes at Erebos a final time before whistling for Spice. The dragonling appeared from a mound of snow that she'd apparently been making into a nest. With a croon toward Deimos' companions the tiny dragon took to the air, following Flora out into the Tundra.
~FIN
"Nah, I think I'll make my way toward the shrine out there. I'm already cold, how much worse can it get?" In fact, it could get much worse, but given the season so long as Flora didn't run into any magical fuckery, she wouldn't freeze. Not with her compass, anyway.
"Good to see you both! Tell Evie I said heyyyyyy!" So saying, the Doubletake widened her eyes at Erebos a final time before whistling for Spice. The dragonling appeared from a mound of snow that she'd apparently been making into a nest. With a croon toward Deimos' companions the tiny dragon took to the air, following Flora out into the Tundra.
~FIN
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