flora
Flora's mind is still a bog of lingering unease, filled with sulky sludge that seeks to drag her thoughts down into the muck. With a soft sigh, she pushes herself upright, tugging the blnanket around her legs and absently adjusting the silk strap of the slip she'd tossed on after the shower. "I wonder how much longer until Mel's immortal," she mumbles. Vesper had to be eons away, though given that they were both members of Jack's crew—and thus his to order away for all of Flowerbirth—his words hadn't entirely chased her surprise away.
Rubbing at her eyes, Flora lets her shoulders round forward until she can rest her elbows on her knees. "Hadama and I were thinking of some big gravity cannon aimed right at Starfall as our next regional quest, but now..." Gods, now they'd first need to figure out what was evening happening on their shores. She shakes her head, letting her hands fall heavily into her lap.
"I wonder if Safrin even knows yet." The words are whispered, as if the goddess somehow might be listening, and though she doesn't, the urge to glance into the deep pockets of darkness in the corners of her room has Flora inhaling an unsteady breath.
Rubbing at her eyes, Flora lets her shoulders round forward until she can rest her elbows on her knees. "Hadama and I were thinking of some big gravity cannon aimed right at Starfall as our next regional quest, but now..." Gods, now they'd first need to figure out what was evening happening on their shores. She shakes her head, letting her hands fall heavily into her lap.
"I wonder if Safrin even knows yet." The words are whispered, as if the goddess somehow might be listening, and though she doesn't, the urge to glance into the deep pockets of darkness in the corners of her room has Flora inhaling an unsteady breath.
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
