your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora's footsteps stall for a moment, and, given that this isn't her region and that she's just come back from the dead, she's fairly inclined to just keep walking. Whoever is calling to her, whatever they're trying to sell, they can take it up with the next person to cross the bridge. It's only because she has to stop to shoo away the sparrow that she notices the face peeping up at her from below, before glancing at the cane he's gesturing to.
Glancing back, taking in the rags, the sharp cheekbones, and the strange accent, Flora raises a brow. "This isn't...some Ludo thing, is it?" It was Leafchange, in the Greatwood, and the man crumpled up against the rocks below seemed very much like he was trying to play the part of the raggedy herald. "Because I'm a Safrin follower, so I can promise you that this won't end well." Flora adds, and while she didn't have even an ounce of magic in her body which would let her call down the deity, dying hadn't ruined her ability to bluff.
Glancing back, taking in the rags, the sharp cheekbones, and the strange accent, Flora raises a brow. "This isn't...some Ludo thing, is it?" It was Leafchange, in the Greatwood, and the man crumpled up against the rocks below seemed very much like he was trying to play the part of the raggedy herald. "Because I'm a Safrin follower, so I can promise you that this won't end well." Flora adds, and while she didn't have even an ounce of magic in her body which would let her call down the deity, dying hadn't ruined her ability to bluff.
