she's the kinda song you could play over and over
Flora, having sent her brother a letter asking if she could come visit after she'd seen him after the festival, had grown almost immediately concerned when she hadn't heard back from him. That her letter had been lost in the liminal space behind his door, and that her worry was largely caused by her recent kidnapping didn't occur to her at all, and so, despite Jack's grumbles about venturing to Stormbreak of all places, the queen had made her way up to the floating city.
Standing outside of his shop after finding it lost, luckily someone strolling by suggested she try the White Hart after seeing the botanist head in that direction.
That Mateo isn't easy to miss is an understatement, with the sheen of the sequins sparkling brilliantly in the tavern's low light as Flora pokes her head in. Looking woefully plain in comparison in a deep gray sweater and pair of black leggings, the queen nevertheless swans over to her brother, keen for the reunion they hadn't quite been able to have at the festival. "Hey you," Flora purrs, wrapping her arms around Mateo's shoulders before nuzzling her cheek against his. "Mind if I crash?"
Standing outside of his shop after finding it lost, luckily someone strolling by suggested she try the White Hart after seeing the botanist head in that direction.
That Mateo isn't easy to miss is an understatement, with the sheen of the sequins sparkling brilliantly in the tavern's low light as Flora pokes her head in. Looking woefully plain in comparison in a deep gray sweater and pair of black leggings, the queen nevertheless swans over to her brother, keen for the reunion they hadn't quite been able to have at the festival. "Hey you," Flora purrs, wrapping her arms around Mateo's shoulders before nuzzling her cheek against his. "Mind if I crash?"
