flora
Flora listens intently as Asta speaks, her playful energy tempered slightly at the sight of the exhaustion etched into his features. Her eyes soften, concern knitting subtly through her breezy demeanour as she sighs softly at his side. "Two tasks left is good though, right? That's practically the finish line," the queen murmurs encouragingly, her voice gently coaxing. "And I doubt if Danta expects anything from you, but you do give the best gifts, so I'll doubt if he'll mind" she adds with a teasing, fond nudge of her shoulder against his.
Then, with that moment of gravity fading as quickly as it came, Flora brightens dramatically. "Okay, distractions—" she announces, shifting effortlessly back to animated suggestions. "We could hit one of those tea rooms with the little fish that nibble your feet? Orrrrr we could wander the Silk Houses and judge their brothels against the Dusklight—totally for educational purposes, obviously." Her eyes glitter mischievously as she smirks up at him, once again the suggestive tone coming on a little thicker than it normally would. "Or, oh! We could go dancing? Nothing distracts quite like making questionable decisions in public." Flora had claimed to be good at distractions, not at suggesting good distractions, you'll recall.
Finally remembering he'd asked something, Flora pauses mid-bounce, arching an inquisitive brow. "Wait—what addition?"
Then, with that moment of gravity fading as quickly as it came, Flora brightens dramatically. "Okay, distractions—" she announces, shifting effortlessly back to animated suggestions. "We could hit one of those tea rooms with the little fish that nibble your feet? Orrrrr we could wander the Silk Houses and judge their brothels against the Dusklight—totally for educational purposes, obviously." Her eyes glitter mischievously as she smirks up at him, once again the suggestive tone coming on a little thicker than it normally would. "Or, oh! We could go dancing? Nothing distracts quite like making questionable decisions in public." Flora had claimed to be good at distractions, not at suggesting good distractions, you'll recall.
Finally remembering he'd asked something, Flora pauses mid-bounce, arching an inquisitive brow. "Wait—what addition?"
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
