flora
Ronin's voice sweeps around her like a warm wind; present, but paltry and formless compared to the lightning that snarls in the clouds above or the way the ground beneath her continues to roll and ripple as the earth is cleaved aside by great violet claws. Sweat breaks out across her brow as she struggles and fights; her mother had sent her to sleep, and after the ordeal in the Greatwood, the command was a welcome one even if her subconscious knew that something was very wrong.
Twisting toward the sound of Ronin's voice, Flora's fingers clutch at the furs beneath her, the sensation of which has long grasses rising up around her, softly swaying and whispering everything is alright.
Twisting toward the sound of Ronin's voice, Flora's fingers clutch at the furs beneath her, the sensation of which has long grasses rising up around her, softly swaying and whispering everything is alright.
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
