walk me home in the dead of night
"You think in another life you'd have ever ended up doing that?" Flora wonders, freeing up her hand in order to slip it into Jack's back pocket as she leans comfortably against him. She can't imagine him with a crystal ball and a cheap smoke machine, but it doesn't seem out of the question to picture him on a path that led away from the water and into the heart of the Haulani where there was good money to be made for a telepath.
Still glancing through the various stalls, still looking for one that looked authentic rather than flashy, it was Alys herself rather than the booth she was seated at that grabbed the queen's attention. "Hey!" Steering Jack toward the seer with a mixture of mental and physical nudging, the queen guided them over with a grin. "Alys, right?" It had been years ago that she'd bumped into the seer while she'd been in Halo, and had it not been for all the gods-forsaken spiders covering everything in their webbing, Flora might have forgotten the encounter altogether.
"You do readings?"
Still glancing through the various stalls, still looking for one that looked authentic rather than flashy, it was Alys herself rather than the booth she was seated at that grabbed the queen's attention. "Hey!" Steering Jack toward the seer with a mixture of mental and physical nudging, the queen guided them over with a grin. "Alys, right?" It had been years ago that she'd bumped into the seer while she'd been in Halo, and had it not been for all the gods-forsaken spiders covering everything in their webbing, Flora might have forgotten the encounter altogether.
"You do readings?"
