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"I mean... I bet you are still, a little, anyway." Flora murmurs in response, glancing at the demigod as if she might be able to suddenly peer through his clothes and see to the bones of him, wrapped neatly in ivy or otherwise entwined with flora. "I've actually met Rae a few times." Flora doubted that Rae would be any more caring toward their demigod than any of their other creations (i.e., her), but even so. "They've helped Torchline repel the void from our lands, and they've even given me a quest for one of their lilies." She explains sounding a touch proud, before glancing in the direction Amhran was gesturing in with her eyes narrowed.
"Must be!" What else could it be?
Grinning at the demigod over her shoulder, the queen hustles toward the shrine as quickly as she'd able given that her footwear isn't entirely appropriate for the snow. Reaching the shrine, Flora pulls out the small charm, placing it in the center. Had there been more snow she might have drawn a little star to accompany it, but the shrine was all smooth ice and stone. For you, Safrin, she thought to herself before straightening and tucking her hands back into her pockets.
"Must be!" What else could it be?
Grinning at the demigod over her shoulder, the queen hustles toward the shrine as quickly as she'd able given that her footwear isn't entirely appropriate for the snow. Reaching the shrine, Flora pulls out the small charm, placing it in the center. Had there been more snow she might have drawn a little star to accompany it, but the shrine was all smooth ice and stone. For you, Safrin, she thought to herself before straightening and tucking her hands back into her pockets.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
