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Flora raises an eyebrow, her expression tilting into something between amusement and mock exasperation. "How big?" she repeats, her tone as smooth as the sea on a windless day. "How big do you want it to be?." Her fingers curl lightly around the edge of the parchment, lifting it just enough to emphasize its weight—not in paper, but in potential, and maybe to imply something a touch salacious too. "It’s a favour from me, Tal. Use your imagination."
She lets the parchment fall back onto the bar with a soft thud, her grin sharpening into something playful but edged with a touch of challenge. "You could use it to get out of trouble, get a free flight on a manticore or a dragon, borrow my channelling...one favour, no questions asked. As long as it doesn’t go against my crown or my family, I’ll make it happen." And of course a favour from Flora was roughly equivalent to a favour from anyone in her family, as well.
Leaning forward just slightly, Flora lets her aqua gaze lock onto his pale one, her curls brushing against her cheek as she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial murmur. "But you should know... once you cash it in, it’s gone. No do-overs. No asking for more." She taps the velvet bag with her nail again, the metallic clink of its contents audible. "So, if you’re not sure, you could always take the safe bet. Scales and feathers fetch a good price in most places, after all."
Tilting her head, she studies Tal for a moment, her smile softening just a touch. "It all depends on how adventurous you’re feeling, Courier Extraordinaire." The teasing warmth in her tone is unmistakable, but there’s a glimmer of sincerity in her gaze. The choice was his, and Flora wasn’t going to give him anything more to work with than that.
She lets the parchment fall back onto the bar with a soft thud, her grin sharpening into something playful but edged with a touch of challenge. "You could use it to get out of trouble, get a free flight on a manticore or a dragon, borrow my channelling...one favour, no questions asked. As long as it doesn’t go against my crown or my family, I’ll make it happen." And of course a favour from Flora was roughly equivalent to a favour from anyone in her family, as well.
Leaning forward just slightly, Flora lets her aqua gaze lock onto his pale one, her curls brushing against her cheek as she lowers her voice to a conspiratorial murmur. "But you should know... once you cash it in, it’s gone. No do-overs. No asking for more." She taps the velvet bag with her nail again, the metallic clink of its contents audible. "So, if you’re not sure, you could always take the safe bet. Scales and feathers fetch a good price in most places, after all."
Tilting her head, she studies Tal for a moment, her smile softening just a touch. "It all depends on how adventurous you’re feeling, Courier Extraordinaire." The teasing warmth in her tone is unmistakable, but there’s a glimmer of sincerity in her gaze. The choice was his, and Flora wasn’t going to give him anything more to work with than that.
Flexing like a goddamn acrobat
Me and karma vibe like that
Me and karma vibe like that
