your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
A touch doubtfully, Flora accepts Niki's hand, if only because while it looks like a strong breeze could easily knock him over, she's the one currently on her knees.
"Gods," wanting to reach for a more colourful word but feeling like it might be inappropriate for some reason, the queen blots at the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her sleeve. Glancing toward the shopping bags she'd set down and noting the way Niki was looking at her instead, Flora straightens, her frown an almost perfect semicircle. "Stare much?" Assuming he didn't know who she was and was thus wondering what such a raggamuffin was doing in the Greatwood, the Doubletake huffs out a breath through her nose before reaching for her bags.
"Nope. As soon as I get back to the skyport, I am outta here. I don't feel like getting murdered again this weekend."
"Gods," wanting to reach for a more colourful word but feeling like it might be inappropriate for some reason, the queen blots at the beads of sweat on her forehead with the back of her sleeve. Glancing toward the shopping bags she'd set down and noting the way Niki was looking at her instead, Flora straightens, her frown an almost perfect semicircle. "Stare much?" Assuming he didn't know who she was and was thus wondering what such a raggamuffin was doing in the Greatwood, the Doubletake huffs out a breath through her nose before reaching for her bags.
"Nope. As soon as I get back to the skyport, I am outta here. I don't feel like getting murdered again this weekend."
