flora
Laughing, Flora can only offer Amhran a crooked smile. "If it's this cold during the day, I'm not sure I could stand being out here at night." She admits. Perhaps if she took her duties as an Accepted more seriously or if she ever really wanted to impress Safrin, but just now all she had the energy for was leaving her small offering by the goddess's shrine and then immediately getting back to somewhere that was warm.
"Brother?' Nearly stopping in her tracks, Flora blinks rather comically up at the young demigod, giving her head a slow shake. "But, then...are you Deimos' son?" How was that even possible? And with who?
And how?!
Letting her eyes rake over the demigod, even if he'd been rapidly aged at a shrine the way she had, surely with how big a deal the Evergreen had made about being pregnant, even in Torchline she'd have heard about the birth of her first child? Unless Deimos had stepped out on her? Or was this...gods, was this Amalia's child?
"Brother?' Nearly stopping in her tracks, Flora blinks rather comically up at the young demigod, giving her head a slow shake. "But, then...are you Deimos' son?" How was that even possible? And with who?
And how?!
Letting her eyes rake over the demigod, even if he'd been rapidly aged at a shrine the way she had, surely with how big a deal the Evergreen had made about being pregnant, even in Torchline she'd have heard about the birth of her first child? Unless Deimos had stepped out on her? Or was this...gods, was this Amalia's child?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
