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Snickering under her breath at that, Flora arches a brow. "I always ask nicely," she purrs, before glancing over the Maverick's shoulder. "I take it that means Asta isn't with you?" No doubt Danta wouldn't be as keen to go flapping off if his ornithobic boyfriend was around.
Accepting the handkerchief without suspicion, Flora wipes at the ring—and then her fingers—before handing it back with a hum of thanks. "I guess? I just do it so that they keep showing up when I need them." She explains with a casual shrug; case in point, the fact that Safrin and Rae had appeared and saved her ass in the Greatwood not long ago. "Uhh, I do for Safrin. The only other god I might consider is one of the Frey's, and they don't seem the sort to actually care." There was a bit of family politics involved, but never mind.
Slipping her ring onto her finger and giving the gourd a grimace just for good measure, Flora stands. "You know? I think I hate the desert." She decides, planting her hands on her hips and glancing around at the miles and miles of nothing.
Accepting the handkerchief without suspicion, Flora wipes at the ring—and then her fingers—before handing it back with a hum of thanks. "I guess? I just do it so that they keep showing up when I need them." She explains with a casual shrug; case in point, the fact that Safrin and Rae had appeared and saved her ass in the Greatwood not long ago. "Uhh, I do for Safrin. The only other god I might consider is one of the Frey's, and they don't seem the sort to actually care." There was a bit of family politics involved, but never mind.
Slipping her ring onto her finger and giving the gourd a grimace just for good measure, Flora stands. "You know? I think I hate the desert." She decides, planting her hands on her hips and glancing around at the miles and miles of nothing.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
