Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
As she'd done with the shrine out on the ice, Flora placed a small bottle that contained sand and water from Torchline's shores on one of the ledges inside the Citadel's shrine. Lighting a candle, the queen closed her eyes, offering a small prayer to Safrin before dripping some of the wax into the shape of the star upon the altar. If it was blasphemous to do, the queen was quite certain Safrin would forgive her for it.
Stepping back out onto the busy street, Flora tugged her scarf a touch tighter around her neck. Even though it was Longheat Halo was by no means warm, not even with the temperature barrier stretching over the city. She wasn't at risk of frostbite the way she had been out on the ice, but even so, the Doubletake consistently wondered how and why the Halovians continued to live here.
Having sent a letter to Deimos asking him to meet her, the queen hovered by the entrance of the shrine, her eyes scouring the crowd for the Sword whose height and presence ought to have him sticking out like a sore thumb.
Stepping back out onto the busy street, Flora tugged her scarf a touch tighter around her neck. Even though it was Longheat Halo was by no means warm, not even with the temperature barrier stretching over the city. She wasn't at risk of frostbite the way she had been out on the ice, but even so, the Doubletake consistently wondered how and why the Halovians continued to live here.
Having sent a letter to Deimos asking him to meet her, the queen hovered by the entrance of the shrine, her eyes scouring the crowd for the Sword whose height and presence ought to have him sticking out like a sore thumb.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
