flora
Anticipation coils in Flora's stomach like some easily-excitable garden variety snake, ready to strike despite not having any teeth. For all her years in Torchline the only time the flora or fauna have been able to surprise the queen seemed to be when it was void-touched and trying to kill her. It'd been a good few years since she'd been delighted by the arrival of something unknown—probably not since she was a child in the Greatwood truthfully—but all that wonder and magic was still alive and well within her, no matter how deeply buried.
As the branches abruptly begin to sway, even Flora starts somewhat before her thoughts immediately grow pillow-soft and covered in spun-sugar to see the frost fox startled out of hiding. Gasping quietly to herself, the queen's chin abruptly juts over one shoulder as Jack's smug drawl hits the air. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," She admonishes him again, aqua eyes flashing before she turns back, her fingers grasping the dark trunk of the tree she hides behind.
When she'd been small walking with her nonna through the Greatwood, the witch almost always had some small scrap of food with which to entice the various animals they came across. With nothing like that on hand, the memory of Vai bled into another—of a familiar pair of foxes that'd always been around when she was growing up—and the sorts of things that might have caught their eye. Lifting one hand, Flora waggled her fingers within a beam of sunlight, hoping that the glisten of her golden rings might pique the frost fox's curiosity.
As the branches abruptly begin to sway, even Flora starts somewhat before her thoughts immediately grow pillow-soft and covered in spun-sugar to see the frost fox startled out of hiding. Gasping quietly to herself, the queen's chin abruptly juts over one shoulder as Jack's smug drawl hits the air. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," She admonishes him again, aqua eyes flashing before she turns back, her fingers grasping the dark trunk of the tree she hides behind.
When she'd been small walking with her nonna through the Greatwood, the witch almost always had some small scrap of food with which to entice the various animals they came across. With nothing like that on hand, the memory of Vai bled into another—of a familiar pair of foxes that'd always been around when she was growing up—and the sorts of things that might have caught their eye. Lifting one hand, Flora waggled her fingers within a beam of sunlight, hoping that the glisten of her golden rings might pique the frost fox's curiosity.
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
