flora
Having taken Hadama's cues for what they were, the queen had procured a bathing suit and wrap for herself before idly waiting in the Hanged Man for the Tidebreaker to return. When he does, she slips an arm around him as Hadama pulls them through moonlight, only to blink rapidly as they're plunged into the sudden heat and fragrant steam of Frey's Breath. Her brows arch, surprise flitting briefly across her face, before softening quickly into a tired smile. "Well, that's one way to end a meeting," she murmurs, voice warm despite the lingering edge of exhaustion from their earlier discussion.
Water laps gently against her thighs, the heat coaxing the tension from her muscles as she glances appreciatively around the hidden cavern, allowing the soothing atmosphere to slowly ease her tangled nerves. Flora turns back toward Hadama as he approaches, his steady presence anchoring her amidst the confusion that's still churning faintly at the edges of her thoughts. His concern earns a faint, grateful smile from her, shoulders lifting and dropping in a small shrug.
"Honestly?" she sighs, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. "Frustrated. Tired. Confused." She waves a hand vaguely as if trying to encapsulate the entirety of the earlier debate, before tilting her head to look up at him, her expression gentling into something softer, grateful. "This will absolutely help, though." Her voice is sincere, quieter now, her smile turning sheepish. "Sorry if I was a bit much back there."
Water laps gently against her thighs, the heat coaxing the tension from her muscles as she glances appreciatively around the hidden cavern, allowing the soothing atmosphere to slowly ease her tangled nerves. Flora turns back toward Hadama as he approaches, his steady presence anchoring her amidst the confusion that's still churning faintly at the edges of her thoughts. His concern earns a faint, grateful smile from her, shoulders lifting and dropping in a small shrug.
"Honestly?" she sighs, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. "Frustrated. Tired. Confused." She waves a hand vaguely as if trying to encapsulate the entirety of the earlier debate, before tilting her head to look up at him, her expression gentling into something softer, grateful. "This will absolutely help, though." Her voice is sincere, quieter now, her smile turning sheepish. "Sorry if I was a bit much back there."
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?
