Flora
Flora tilts her head slightly, her grin softening into something quieter, more thoughtful as she watches Niki sway before catching himself. "Noted," she teases, though there’s an underlying warmth to her voice, as if promising that she’d remind him anyway—just in case. His dry humour is endearing, and despite the chill of the Deepfrost air, Flora finds herself settling comfortably into their pace, adjusting her stride to match his without a second thought.
She hadn't expected the open admiration in his gaze when she spoke of Enzo, and the certainty in his voice catches her off guard, her breath hitching for just a moment. So many people had dismissed her goal outright, but Niki didn't. He just... accepted it. Believed it. The weight of that understanding sits warmly in her chest, and for once, she doesn’t brush past it with a joke as she's normally wont to do with those she doesn't know well. "Well," she murmurs, a small grin curving her lips, "You might be able to meet him in the flesh sooner than that. My dad usually brings him back once a year for me to see."
The sight of his home pulls her attention, and she slows slightly as she takes it in. The moss-covered side, the ivy twisting up its frame, the single lamp burning on the porch—it’s not what she’d expected, but in some ways, it makes perfect sense given what she's come to know of the necromancer. As they approach, she hums thoughtfully, considering his words about his apprenticeship. "Ahh, that makes sense," she admits. "Did you end up liking it? Or...is that how you got into making jewelry and stuff?"
She hadn't expected the open admiration in his gaze when she spoke of Enzo, and the certainty in his voice catches her off guard, her breath hitching for just a moment. So many people had dismissed her goal outright, but Niki didn't. He just... accepted it. Believed it. The weight of that understanding sits warmly in her chest, and for once, she doesn’t brush past it with a joke as she's normally wont to do with those she doesn't know well. "Well," she murmurs, a small grin curving her lips, "You might be able to meet him in the flesh sooner than that. My dad usually brings him back once a year for me to see."
The sight of his home pulls her attention, and she slows slightly as she takes it in. The moss-covered side, the ivy twisting up its frame, the single lamp burning on the porch—it’s not what she’d expected, but in some ways, it makes perfect sense given what she's come to know of the necromancer. As they approach, she hums thoughtfully, considering his words about his apprenticeship. "Ahh, that makes sense," she admits. "Did you end up liking it? Or...is that how you got into making jewelry and stuff?"
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
