flora
With a carefully concealed smirk, Flora leans comfortably back in her chair, perfectly aware of the subtle undercurrents drifting between Sohalia and Ace; they're both attuned after all and the queen has grown up with parents prone to silent conversations in an effort to exclude her. Still, it's clear enough that Ace isn't entirely put off by her interference—if anything, it only seems to have sharpened the playful glint in his eyes.
When Sohalia accepts his offer to "keep it in mind," Flora tilts her head thoughtfully, a smile pulling mischievously at the corner of her lips. "Mm, yes," she hums agreeably, though her gaze slides knowingly between them. "No one likes a man prone to wallowing, Ace."
Taking another sip of tea, Flora watches Ace rise to leave before flashing Sohalia a bright, triumphant grin. "Well," she whispers conspiratorially, raising her eyebrows, "I think he likes you. Or wants you, anyway." Setting her cup down, Flora adjusts it just so, before fixing her friend with a stare. "He uh...certainly has quite the reputation in Torchline. I'll say that about him."
When Sohalia accepts his offer to "keep it in mind," Flora tilts her head thoughtfully, a smile pulling mischievously at the corner of her lips. "Mm, yes," she hums agreeably, though her gaze slides knowingly between them. "No one likes a man prone to wallowing, Ace."
Taking another sip of tea, Flora watches Ace rise to leave before flashing Sohalia a bright, triumphant grin. "Well," she whispers conspiratorially, raising her eyebrows, "I think he likes you. Or wants you, anyway." Setting her cup down, Flora adjusts it just so, before fixing her friend with a stare. "He uh...certainly has quite the reputation in Torchline. I'll say that about him."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
