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Flora's brows shoot up dramatically, a laugh escaping her lips as she watches Nova flip over onto her stomach, entirely too at ease for someone who's just casually dismissed two literal demigods. "Oh, trust me, they're stronger than they look," she says, voice lilting playfully. "But don't tell them I said that—ego management is, like, a full-time job in my family." Pausing, the queen smirks. "They both have their weaknesses, though."
She grins, head tilting as she considers the girl with a fresh curiosity, curls spilling across her shoulder as she crouches down gracefully beside the glittering pool. "Nova, right?" She arches a brow, already knowing the answer, but there's a sparkle of mischief as she dips her fingers into the water, sending small ripples dancing across its surface. "You got your style from your mom, obviously. Same flair for making a statement." Her gaze flickers to Nova's brightly coloured dress and glitter-coated fingers, lips curving into an approving smile. "I love it."
She grins, head tilting as she considers the girl with a fresh curiosity, curls spilling across her shoulder as she crouches down gracefully beside the glittering pool. "Nova, right?" She arches a brow, already knowing the answer, but there's a sparkle of mischief as she dips her fingers into the water, sending small ripples dancing across its surface. "You got your style from your mom, obviously. Same flair for making a statement." Her gaze flickers to Nova's brightly coloured dress and glitter-coated fingers, lips curving into an approving smile. "I love it."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
