flora
Flora’s laugh is rich and genuine, a sound that’s both light and warm, spilling into the salty air between them. "Oh, the list of weaknesses is long and entertaining," she confesses, leaning back on her palms, her gaze flickering back to the sea momentarily before returning to Nova. "Their biggest weaknesses are other Vi demi's for Ronin, and people he loves, for Remi." Flora explains with a casual shrug. "But really, they're both big softies. If you ever pretended to be hurt they'd instantly drop the tough guy act to come over and help, and that's when you could strike."
Her smile deepens at Nova’s description of her parentage, nodding with an exaggerated sigh. "That’s me, guilty as charged," she admits, her tone threading with amusement and a tinge of fondness. It should have been a good deal more strange to be chatting so candidly with one of Jack's daughters, especially given how close in age Nova seemed to be to Flora, but with everything so wonderfully purple, the Doubletake couldn't find a single reason to feel uptight about any of it.
At Nova’s glowing praise of her mother, Flora’s expression softens, a reflective quality shimmering through her light-hearted demeanor. "She really is," she agrees, glancing at the sparkling water as if it might mirror some of Safrin’s splendor. "There’s no denying that Safrin knows how to make an impression. It’s a family trait, apparently," she adds, winking conspiratorially at Nova.
Shifting to sit cross-legged, Flora gestures towards the pool with a flick of her hand, where the ripples have smoothed back into calm. "Jack tells me you've got another sibling on the way, too."
Her smile deepens at Nova’s description of her parentage, nodding with an exaggerated sigh. "That’s me, guilty as charged," she admits, her tone threading with amusement and a tinge of fondness. It should have been a good deal more strange to be chatting so candidly with one of Jack's daughters, especially given how close in age Nova seemed to be to Flora, but with everything so wonderfully purple, the Doubletake couldn't find a single reason to feel uptight about any of it.
At Nova’s glowing praise of her mother, Flora’s expression softens, a reflective quality shimmering through her light-hearted demeanor. "She really is," she agrees, glancing at the sparkling water as if it might mirror some of Safrin’s splendor. "There’s no denying that Safrin knows how to make an impression. It’s a family trait, apparently," she adds, winking conspiratorially at Nova.
Shifting to sit cross-legged, Flora gestures towards the pool with a flick of her hand, where the ripples have smoothed back into calm. "Jack tells me you've got another sibling on the way, too."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
