you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
As the Ark moors nearby, Flora steps onto the festival grounds with a flourish, the chill evening air nipping at her cheeks as she balances a plate of cinnamon buns in one hand. Wrapped up in something both warm and effortlessly chic—a fitted coat in a rich midnight blue, cinched at the waist to highlight her curves, paired with tall boots that make her legs look longer than they already are—she looks every bit the queen of Torchline, even amidst the rustic beauty of Meadowreach.
Flora spots Melita first, her friend's wild red hair impossible to miss. Grinning, she lifts a hand in a cheerful wave before her gaze shifts—Mateoer expression softens, warmth filling her eyes as she spots her brother, and she resists the urge to abandon her plate of baked goods just to go throw her arms around him. Instead, she beams, making a mental note to pull him into a dance later.
Remi and Ronin are also among the crowd, as is Deimos, and unsurprisingly Dantalion and Astaroth as well.
Setting the plate of cinnamon buns down among the feast, she dusts her hands off before turning to Jack. The music drifts through the air, lilting and light, the cleared space for dancing inviting in a way she hadn’t expected. She hesitates for a half-second—he’s never really struck her as the type—but now that she's thought of it, she might as well ask. "So...." She wonders, wrinkling her nose affectionately up at him. Honestly, she can see Jack being the sort to enjoy dancing just as much as she could see him hating it. "Should I go bother someone else about this, or..."
Flora spots Melita first, her friend's wild red hair impossible to miss. Grinning, she lifts a hand in a cheerful wave before her gaze shifts—Mateoer expression softens, warmth filling her eyes as she spots her brother, and she resists the urge to abandon her plate of baked goods just to go throw her arms around him. Instead, she beams, making a mental note to pull him into a dance later.
Remi and Ronin are also among the crowd, as is Deimos, and unsurprisingly Dantalion and Astaroth as well.
Setting the plate of cinnamon buns down among the feast, she dusts her hands off before turning to Jack. The music drifts through the air, lilting and light, the cleared space for dancing inviting in a way she hadn’t expected. She hesitates for a half-second—he’s never really struck her as the type—but now that she's thought of it, she might as well ask. "So...." She wonders, wrinkling her nose affectionately up at him. Honestly, she can see Jack being the sort to enjoy dancing just as much as she could see him hating it. "Should I go bother someone else about this, or..."
