flora
"Gods, I might have just given up if that was the case." Flora admits with a grin. Though she went for runs often enough on Torchline's hot sands, there was something oppressive about the desert's dry heat that had her gasping for air in a way she wasn't used to.
Grimacing at the mushy remains of the gourd, the queen sinks down onto her heels, using the blade of her dagger to try and push apart the orangey goo. Glancing up at the Maverick through her bangs, the blonde bounces her eyebrows suggestively. "That someone was me," she purrs before looking back to the gourd. Spying her ring, she flicked it onto the sand before reaching into her pocket for something to clean it with.
"Oh, I was just in the boneyard doing Accepted things." Flora murmurs with a shrug. "We have to do, like, pilgrimages? and visit all the shrines all over the continent." It was lame and arduous, but if it kept the gods answering her (literal) prayers when she needed them, who was she to complain?
Grimacing at the mushy remains of the gourd, the queen sinks down onto her heels, using the blade of her dagger to try and push apart the orangey goo. Glancing up at the Maverick through her bangs, the blonde bounces her eyebrows suggestively. "That someone was me," she purrs before looking back to the gourd. Spying her ring, she flicked it onto the sand before reaching into her pocket for something to clean it with.
"Oh, I was just in the boneyard doing Accepted things." Flora murmurs with a shrug. "We have to do, like, pilgrimages? and visit all the shrines all over the continent." It was lame and arduous, but if it kept the gods answering her (literal) prayers when she needed them, who was she to complain?
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
