flora
Flora leans into him lightly as they emerge from the dusty aisles into brighter light, grateful for the warmth of his arm around her and the familiar mischief that seems to ease the tired lines on his face. "Ugh, truly horrific," she agrees dramatically, fluttering her lashes up at him with exaggerated innocence. "Anyone with sense should definitely steer clear."
She lets out another soft laugh, genuine delight flickering in her gaze as he confirms his trust in Thalassa, and she dips her head in easy agreement. "That sounds perfect. Tell her I'll be waiting," Flora says breezily, entirely oblivious to how funny a statement that is, given the mirror the pirate had already nicked from her. "I will eventually be heading back to Torchline, so by the time you two chat, she can probably find me at the Hanged Man."
Straightening a bit more at his invitation, the queen beams, chin lifting in playful command as she slips from beneath his arm just enough to take his hand in her own, squeezing once as she tugs him toward the exit. "It would be my pleasure. Her curls bounce with every step, her dress rustling softly around her knees as she pauses briefly, considering their options. Then, glancing back at him over one shoulder with a mischievous smirk, she decides, "I vote we start with some people watching near the Silk Houses. Maybe near some of the more risque shops. We can pick out first-timers." And make up stories about what they're buying and why, going unsaid.
Without waiting for a reply, Flora leads him away, determined that by the time they're done, at least one of them will have forgotten all about nightmares and quests, if only for a little while.
~FIN
She lets out another soft laugh, genuine delight flickering in her gaze as he confirms his trust in Thalassa, and she dips her head in easy agreement. "That sounds perfect. Tell her I'll be waiting," Flora says breezily, entirely oblivious to how funny a statement that is, given the mirror the pirate had already nicked from her. "I will eventually be heading back to Torchline, so by the time you two chat, she can probably find me at the Hanged Man."
Straightening a bit more at his invitation, the queen beams, chin lifting in playful command as she slips from beneath his arm just enough to take his hand in her own, squeezing once as she tugs him toward the exit. "It would be my pleasure. Her curls bounce with every step, her dress rustling softly around her knees as she pauses briefly, considering their options. Then, glancing back at him over one shoulder with a mischievous smirk, she decides, "I vote we start with some people watching near the Silk Houses. Maybe near some of the more risque shops. We can pick out first-timers." And make up stories about what they're buying and why, going unsaid.
Without waiting for a reply, Flora leads him away, determined that by the time they're done, at least one of them will have forgotten all about nightmares and quests, if only for a little while.
~FIN
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
