flora
Of all the things to break the tumultuous waves of her thoughts, a parrot wasn't what Flora would have predicted, and yet as she blinked her eyes into focus at the sound of softly flapping wings, she was treated to a spray of colour before the slender silhouette of a woman formed against the darkening sky.
Ruffling a hand through her curls to remove some of the snow which had started to accumulate, Flora at first frowned at Lena—why wouldn't she be alright?—before realizing that her choice to come and sit up so high all on her own likely seemed strange. "Sorry, yeah" Laughing a touch awkwardly before flashing the attuned an apologetic smile, the queen shrugs. "In my head this seemed like a super thematic and cool place to sit, but I guess it might not actually look like that." Wrinkling her nose, Flora glances over her shoulder where, off in the distance, the lights from the House of Midnight twinkled rather cheerfully through the haze.
Reaching into her pocket for her compass—who was she kidding, she wasn't going to trudge through the snow to go confront her mother all on her own like this—Flora glances back to Lena with a slight frown. "Do...I know you? You look super familiar." Of course she and the caretaker had been present together at any number of large gatherings, but... "Wait. You were there in the desert a few seasons okay, right? When those weird bone monsters came to life?"
Ruffling a hand through her curls to remove some of the snow which had started to accumulate, Flora at first frowned at Lena—why wouldn't she be alright?—before realizing that her choice to come and sit up so high all on her own likely seemed strange. "Sorry, yeah" Laughing a touch awkwardly before flashing the attuned an apologetic smile, the queen shrugs. "In my head this seemed like a super thematic and cool place to sit, but I guess it might not actually look like that." Wrinkling her nose, Flora glances over her shoulder where, off in the distance, the lights from the House of Midnight twinkled rather cheerfully through the haze.
Reaching into her pocket for her compass—who was she kidding, she wasn't going to trudge through the snow to go confront her mother all on her own like this—Flora glances back to Lena with a slight frown. "Do...I know you? You look super familiar." Of course she and the caretaker had been present together at any number of large gatherings, but... "Wait. You were there in the desert a few seasons okay, right? When those weird bone monsters came to life?"
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
