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Flora nods, a flicker of respect crossing her features as she listens to Liam's thoughtful answer. "That's wise," she says, her voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "Knowing your limits is just as important as pushing them, especially in times like these." Her fingers tap lightly against the book's cover, punctuating her point.
Leaning forward slightly, her expression turns conspiratorial, eyes narrowing with a hint of mischief. "As for me," she begins, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret, "if I got my hands on another one, I do have a plan. It's a bit risky, relies a lot on being sneaky and clever, but if it works..." She trails off, a sly grin spreading across her lips.
"It could give Torchline a real breathing space, a break from the Family's constant threats." Her enthusiasm is palpable, her posture animated as she outlines her intentions without giving away too much detail just in case someone was listening.
"That's the goal, anyway." Her eyes sparkle with determination, her vision for their future clear and hopeful. "I'm a bit sick of waiting for the demigods to do something, especially given their recent track records."
Leaning forward slightly, her expression turns conspiratorial, eyes narrowing with a hint of mischief. "As for me," she begins, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret, "if I got my hands on another one, I do have a plan. It's a bit risky, relies a lot on being sneaky and clever, but if it works..." She trails off, a sly grin spreading across her lips.
"It could give Torchline a real breathing space, a break from the Family's constant threats." Her enthusiasm is palpable, her posture animated as she outlines her intentions without giving away too much detail just in case someone was listening.
"That's the goal, anyway." Her eyes sparkle with determination, her vision for their future clear and hopeful. "I'm a bit sick of waiting for the demigods to do something, especially given their recent track records."
