i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

Flora

Flora shrugs, her expression easy, unconcerned with whether he takes her up on the offer or not. "Well, it’s there if you change your mind," she says, before tilting her head at him with a slow, sly grin. "You know, you could always practice your magic while standing in Torchline’s healing fountain. That way, even if it takes a lot out of you, you wouldn’t wear yourself too thin." She winks, clearly enjoying herself far too much at his expense.

At his exaggerated attempt at confusion, Flora cackles, rolling her eyes as she reaches out—almost ruffling his hair before stopping just short, catching herself with an amused huff. "You’re an absolute menace," she declares, shaking her head. "I swear, if I'd had to explain it again, I'd engrave my name into your table so you wouldn't forget."

As he compliments her work the queen merely shrugs, brushing her thumb over the surface of the metal before holding it up for his approval. "Flowers aren’t that difficult," she says breezily, though there’s a hint of quiet satisfaction in her voice as she inspects her handiwork. "Besides, I couldn’t let you be the only one contributing to this masterpiece." Holding it out for his approval, Flora raises her brows. "So? What do you think?"

Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

Code stolen from Queen Sky