Flora
"It's this big." Pulling out the chunk of mageglass Flora holds it up between her fingers. The stone catches the faint light filtering through the trees, casting subtle prismatic reflections across her tan skin. It’s about the size of a thumbnail, its edges smooth but irregular, the colour shifting slightly as she tilts it in her hand. "Jack's...a rugged kind of guy? So whatever we did, it couldn't be too fancy. Maybe like...a bracelet made out of thick leather cord or something?" Though she hadn't seen any of Niki's previous creations, Flora could already guess that the sort of thing she was describing was well below what he was capable of making.
"Mmmk but babe, Deepfrost is just getting going." She points out with a frown, though the concern in her tone is light enough not to press too hard. "And seriously, the room’s just sitting there. Just promise you'll think about it, okay?" Wrinkling her nose affectionately, she grins. "When you're all chilly here gathering wood for a fire by yourself, just remember you could be with me in Torchline, sipping cocktails in my bar and having your meals served to you by my staff."
Turning her attention back to the Mathair as Niki steps away, Flora hums softly in agreement. "No, not a bad thing at all," she murmurs, her fingers brushing the bark one last time before she lets her hand fall. "I probably owe you an apology. I did sort of ask her to bring you here, since she wasn't letting me out of her sight. Can I walk you back? She'll probably let us now that we've sung her praises long enough."
"Mmmk but babe, Deepfrost is just getting going." She points out with a frown, though the concern in her tone is light enough not to press too hard. "And seriously, the room’s just sitting there. Just promise you'll think about it, okay?" Wrinkling her nose affectionately, she grins. "When you're all chilly here gathering wood for a fire by yourself, just remember you could be with me in Torchline, sipping cocktails in my bar and having your meals served to you by my staff."
Turning her attention back to the Mathair as Niki steps away, Flora hums softly in agreement. "No, not a bad thing at all," she murmurs, her fingers brushing the bark one last time before she lets her hand fall. "I probably owe you an apology. I did sort of ask her to bring you here, since she wasn't letting me out of her sight. Can I walk you back? She'll probably let us now that we've sung her praises long enough."
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
