flora
Raising her eyebrows, Flora now knew enough ancients to know better than to judge Thalassa for her petite frame and height, so rather than offering the other woman some sassy remark about how if nearly dying didn't count as motivation then she didn't know what did, instead the queen simply nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, probably."
Wrinkling her nose slightly at the mention of how pleasant Thal found the veritable oven they found themselves in, she was nevertheless tempted to take the other woman up on her offer even if it did mean remaining out in the heat even longer. "You know what? Sure. That sounds great. I'm Flora, by the way." Flashing the ancient a grin, the queen retreats a few steps, glancing casually over her shoulder toward where a few gourds were still loitering about. Deciding that they didn't seem to be much of a hazard at the moment, she lets her aqua stare flit back to Thal.
"These have poison on them, just as a heads up." She says, of her daggers, holding one up so that the ancient could see the starlight coating glistening across the blade. "So I'll aim at your feet." It would still be practicing her accuracy without needing to rush Thal back to Torchline in order to cure her of infection. So saying, the queen bobs her eyebrows to indicate she was going to start, before hurtling one of her daggers right at the pirate's feet.
Wrinkling her nose slightly at the mention of how pleasant Thal found the veritable oven they found themselves in, she was nevertheless tempted to take the other woman up on her offer even if it did mean remaining out in the heat even longer. "You know what? Sure. That sounds great. I'm Flora, by the way." Flashing the ancient a grin, the queen retreats a few steps, glancing casually over her shoulder toward where a few gourds were still loitering about. Deciding that they didn't seem to be much of a hazard at the moment, she lets her aqua stare flit back to Thal.
"These have poison on them, just as a heads up." She says, of her daggers, holding one up so that the ancient could see the starlight coating glistening across the blade. "So I'll aim at your feet." It would still be practicing her accuracy without needing to rush Thal back to Torchline in order to cure her of infection. So saying, the queen bobs her eyebrows to indicate she was going to start, before hurtling one of her daggers right at the pirate's feet.
damn they don't make them like this anymore
