i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"I know, right?" Grinning at him, Flora shakes her head toward a merchant trying to wave them over to look at his wares. Unlike Jack, this wasn't Flora's first time wandering through the fae marketplace, and while normally she was always keen to shop, for the moment, she yearned to feel the Greatwood all around separate from prying and nosy fae stares.
"I don't mind talking about it, I just..." Well, Flora had gotten quite good at editing the contents of her mind—or at the very least curating them—in Jack's presence given how easily she could influence his mood by silently ruminating on something.
Nibbling at her lower lip, not unlike when someone asks you your favourite song and literally everything you've ever known vanishes from your mind, so too did all the nuanced and exciting places in the Greatwood suddenly disappear from Flora's thoughts. "Oh! Let's try and find the Wishing Wagon." Trying not to let her mind give away anything more than a flash of copper and the tinkle of windchimes on the outside of the wagon's door, the queen pulls away from Jack's side if only so that they might each be able to more easily pick their own paths over upturned roots and sprays of ferns.
"The trees move around." Flora explains, glancing at the captain over her shoulder. Reaching out, her fingers softly dance across the trunks she passes as if caressing them; indeed, Jack would hear the silent way Flora was telling them what it was she wanted and where she wanted to go, reminding them who she was with everything in her being that the might not make things any harder than they needed to be.
"I don't mind talking about it, I just..." Well, Flora had gotten quite good at editing the contents of her mind—or at the very least curating them—in Jack's presence given how easily she could influence his mood by silently ruminating on something.
Nibbling at her lower lip, not unlike when someone asks you your favourite song and literally everything you've ever known vanishes from your mind, so too did all the nuanced and exciting places in the Greatwood suddenly disappear from Flora's thoughts. "Oh! Let's try and find the Wishing Wagon." Trying not to let her mind give away anything more than a flash of copper and the tinkle of windchimes on the outside of the wagon's door, the queen pulls away from Jack's side if only so that they might each be able to more easily pick their own paths over upturned roots and sprays of ferns.
"The trees move around." Flora explains, glancing at the captain over her shoulder. Reaching out, her fingers softly dance across the trunks she passes as if caressing them; indeed, Jack would hear the silent way Flora was telling them what it was she wanted and where she wanted to go, reminding them who she was with everything in her being that the might not make things any harder than they needed to be.
