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Pulling a face before realizing that Danta had been kidding, Flora sighs with relief that she won't be attending the Maverick's funeral anytime soon. Or, at least not because he'd decided to venture to Starfall. "Maybe they can? I mean...Seren came back with one when she.." Well. When she came back that last time. "It's what Torchline used the last time." Not because of anything Dahlia had or hadn't done, but simply because it had been easier, which, in retrospect, seemed an absolutely foolish boon to have wasted.
Grinning fiendishly in return, Flora raises her eyebrows in a slight challenge. "Oh? Would your big old fuck off fire out there even transport me then, if you parted the flames for me to step through?" They could always wander around the Greatwood which was admittedly a good deal closer but by no means was it as fun as luxuriating in a magical hotspring and calling it saving the world.
Grinning fiendishly in return, Flora raises her eyebrows in a slight challenge. "Oh? Would your big old fuck off fire out there even transport me then, if you parted the flames for me to step through?" They could always wander around the Greatwood which was admittedly a good deal closer but by no means was it as fun as luxuriating in a magical hotspring and calling it saving the world.
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
