Flora
Flora snickers, tilting her head to the side as she considers him with playful scrutiny. "Alright, but promise me that if you do become a god, you’ll at least give me the chance to get on your good side before you smite me or start any wars." Her grin is bright and easy as she shrugs her shoulders bouncily at him. "Just saying, it's only fair since I was nice enough to help you up that riverbank before you ascended to godhood."
She leans back onto the couch, crossing her arms with a thoughtful hum. "And yeah, you really had me convinced for a second," she admits, shooting him an amused glance. "I mean, I’d only just come back from the dead myself—seeing ghosts felt like something that might have just been a lingering side-effect."
Pushing herself up, Flora slips across the room, pulling the piece of mageglass from her pocket as she approaches the table. She sets it down in front of him, though she lingers rather than stepping away entirely. It’s in her nature to hover—to watch—but she figures he might want space to work, so she shifts to lean against the edge of the table instead, giving him room while still keeping an eye on the process.
"Do you usually work alone?" she asks, her voice lighter now, more idly curious than anything else. "Or am I about to be a very annoying distraction?"
She leans back onto the couch, crossing her arms with a thoughtful hum. "And yeah, you really had me convinced for a second," she admits, shooting him an amused glance. "I mean, I’d only just come back from the dead myself—seeing ghosts felt like something that might have just been a lingering side-effect."
Pushing herself up, Flora slips across the room, pulling the piece of mageglass from her pocket as she approaches the table. She sets it down in front of him, though she lingers rather than stepping away entirely. It’s in her nature to hover—to watch—but she figures he might want space to work, so she shifts to lean against the edge of the table instead, giving him room while still keeping an eye on the process.
"Do you usually work alone?" she asks, her voice lighter now, more idly curious than anything else. "Or am I about to be a very annoying distraction?"
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
