flora
Flora hums under her breath, gaze drifting over the flickering lanterns and woven treetops as Maea muses about the fae. "They’ve always hated outsiders," she remarks, tone more observational than judgmental. "Even when the world’s on fire, I bet there’s still some old moss-covered committee clinging to the belief that outlanders and outsiders are the bigger threat." She tilts her head, eyes scanning the crowd again, then shrugs one shoulder.
When Maea begins to explain the reason she called her here, Flora doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t smile. Her eyes stay fixed ahead until the word reviving lands, and then they flick sidelong with subtle interest—not quite softening, but engaging. At the mention of a will-o-wisp, she blinks once, slow and feline. "No, I didn’t know you had one," she says with a small shake of her head.
But as Maea continues, asking the question Flora’s gotten too used to dodging, the queen exhales through her nose and holds up a finger. "Hang on, I'm absolutely going to need a drink first." Eyeing the line with a soft sigh, the queen combs a finger through a single curl. "It happened here in the Greatwood, actually," she says, quieter now. "Almost right after I’d helped cleanse it. Rae had let me channel them to purge the Mathair, to keep the void from spreading that far. Which should’ve been a win, right? Save the goddess tree, protect the Greatwood... check, check, check."
She leans one elbow on the bar, twisting a ring around her finger and staring daggers into the patrons ahead of them in line, willing them to suddenly give up alcohol and leave altogether.
When Maea begins to explain the reason she called her here, Flora doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t smile. Her eyes stay fixed ahead until the word reviving lands, and then they flick sidelong with subtle interest—not quite softening, but engaging. At the mention of a will-o-wisp, she blinks once, slow and feline. "No, I didn’t know you had one," she says with a small shake of her head.
But as Maea continues, asking the question Flora’s gotten too used to dodging, the queen exhales through her nose and holds up a finger. "Hang on, I'm absolutely going to need a drink first." Eyeing the line with a soft sigh, the queen combs a finger through a single curl. "It happened here in the Greatwood, actually," she says, quieter now. "Almost right after I’d helped cleanse it. Rae had let me channel them to purge the Mathair, to keep the void from spreading that far. Which should’ve been a win, right? Save the goddess tree, protect the Greatwood... check, check, check."
She leans one elbow on the bar, twisting a ring around her finger and staring daggers into the patrons ahead of them in line, willing them to suddenly give up alcohol and leave altogether.
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
