flora
Flora's laughter bursts out bright and entirely delighted as Kaisel nearly leaps out of his skin, the grin on her face blooming into something even more vivid at his shocked expression. "Sorry, babe," she says, though she's clearly not even a little bit sorry, eyes sparkling wickedly. But her amusement is short-lived as he's suddenly lunging forward with open arms and, oh gods, so much blood. "Woahwoahwoah—" she blurts, instinctively cringing away even as she's swept into the dragoon's hug, her laughter shifting to something horrified and amused all at once. "Gross, Kai!" Flora squirms free, but not before dosing him with another burst of magic from her ring, scowling playfully as she holds her hands out away from her dress. "I'm sending you my cleaning bill, just so we're clear."
Still, it's impossible to keep up the scolding for more than half a second with the way his grin seems to brighten the whole shady corner of the Silk Houses. She rolls her eyes fondly at the nickname, unable to hide the way her lips twitch into another smile as she gives his shoulder a shove with the back of her hand—the clean one, thank you. "Ugh, ew, no—I thought we put Flo-Ro behind us. And yeah, its been majesty for a few years now, thanks for noticing." She wrinkles her nose dramatically before flashing a sharp grin.
At his question about her owing him, Flora arches one brow, placing a thoughtful finger against her cheek. "Mmm, I think it was something about owing you a drink," she says, breezily casual. Her head tilts slightly, curls bouncing against her shoulder as she smirks up at him. "Or was it you owing me for betting on your hot-headed ass? Either way, drinks. Now. Before you ruin any more of my clothes."
Still, it's impossible to keep up the scolding for more than half a second with the way his grin seems to brighten the whole shady corner of the Silk Houses. She rolls her eyes fondly at the nickname, unable to hide the way her lips twitch into another smile as she gives his shoulder a shove with the back of her hand—the clean one, thank you. "Ugh, ew, no—I thought we put Flo-Ro behind us. And yeah, its been majesty for a few years now, thanks for noticing." She wrinkles her nose dramatically before flashing a sharp grin.
At his question about her owing him, Flora arches one brow, placing a thoughtful finger against her cheek. "Mmm, I think it was something about owing you a drink," she says, breezily casual. Her head tilts slightly, curls bouncing against her shoulder as she smirks up at him. "Or was it you owing me for betting on your hot-headed ass? Either way, drinks. Now. Before you ruin any more of my clothes."
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
