Flora
Flora’s eyes widen dramatically as the fyrhund comes bounding toward her, a quick, lively gasp leaving her lips. She’s pretty sure—like, ninety-five percent sure—it’s Asta beneath all that terrifying black fur, because who else would it be, right?
But then she notices the limp, and all her playful amusement fizzles straight into alarm. Her chest tightens and before she knows it, she’s jogging forward, gold bangles chiming anxiously around her wrists. "Hey, what happened to you?" The queen’s voice pitches upward, equal parts concern and exasperation as she stops at his side, bright curls bouncing with the abrupt halt. "Please tell me that you and Danta just got a bit too lively with one another and that you didn’t get yourself hurt on that job I sent you two out on..?" Her eyes flicker pointedly down to his cane, mouth twisting into a worried little pout. Thunder murmurs somewhere overhead, and Flora can’t help but tug anxiously at the hem of her scarf.
But then she notices the limp, and all her playful amusement fizzles straight into alarm. Her chest tightens and before she knows it, she’s jogging forward, gold bangles chiming anxiously around her wrists. "Hey, what happened to you?" The queen’s voice pitches upward, equal parts concern and exasperation as she stops at his side, bright curls bouncing with the abrupt halt. "Please tell me that you and Danta just got a bit too lively with one another and that you didn’t get yourself hurt on that job I sent you two out on..?" Her eyes flicker pointedly down to his cane, mouth twisting into a worried little pout. Thunder murmurs somewhere overhead, and Flora can’t help but tug anxiously at the hem of her scarf.
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
