Flora
Flora’s grin flickers wider at his response, her fingers drumming lightly against the table as she tilts her head. "Fine, fine," she relents with an exaggerated sigh. "If you ascend to godhood, I’ll accept your judgment on Torchline versus the Greatwood. But only then." She winks, watching as he sets up his workspace, her gaze flicking curiously to the strips of leather, the bits of silver and gold, and—most amusingly—the wire-rimmed spectacles he slips onto his nose.
"Nnnnnnnnnnn," Flora whines, because as much as she's absolutely down to continue stringing out this joke, he really could be a ghost. "I mean...I did see you at the Festival, though," she points out, damned well knowing that she hadn't seen him speaking to anyone thanks to the argument that had immediately broken out between her dad and brother. "If you really were a ghost, I bet you died falling down a hill like the one I found you on, only no one came to help, and so now you do nice things for people who do stop to help you—" You know, like making necklaces into bracelets. "—and then haunt the ones that don't."
She leans forward slightly, watching as he works to remove the mageglass from its setting. The way his fingers move is methodical deft—and despite the obvious fever still lingering in his eyes—his hands are steady. "Most things alone, huh?" Flora muses, her tone playful, and perhaps a touch suggestive before she folds her arms comfortably across her chest, and glances around. "So if you had all the time and resources you needed...what'you think you'd want to build?"
"Nnnnnnnnnnn," Flora whines, because as much as she's absolutely down to continue stringing out this joke, he really could be a ghost. "I mean...I did see you at the Festival, though," she points out, damned well knowing that she hadn't seen him speaking to anyone thanks to the argument that had immediately broken out between her dad and brother. "If you really were a ghost, I bet you died falling down a hill like the one I found you on, only no one came to help, and so now you do nice things for people who do stop to help you—" You know, like making necklaces into bracelets. "—and then haunt the ones that don't."
She leans forward slightly, watching as he works to remove the mageglass from its setting. The way his fingers move is methodical deft—and despite the obvious fever still lingering in his eyes—his hands are steady. "Most things alone, huh?" Flora muses, her tone playful, and perhaps a touch suggestive before she folds her arms comfortably across her chest, and glances around. "So if you had all the time and resources you needed...what'you think you'd want to build?"
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
