lay your soul onto mine
Flora's smile takes on a cooler shade, her head tipping slightly to the side. "I was thinking we could have someRosé," she replies crisply. Her tone is light, almost teasing, but there's little doubt about what her choice of drink is meant to convey. Flora might be infected, but she isn't stupid.
With a small, almost imperceptible tut, Flora folds her arms across her chest and meets Hadama's gaze squarely, her expression firming. "Look, I know Sohalia sent you my letter," she begins, her voice dropping to a more serious, intimate register. "But nothing even happened in Stormbreak. Dahlia couldn't make the time to see me so I just hung around the city for a while and then came back."
Glancing at the basket again, the queen tilts her head. "So if there's a rose in there, and you're thinking that you're doing what I asked, there's no need. All you'd be doing is wasting a chance to heal someone who actually needs it, or use it on Starfall."
With a small, almost imperceptible tut, Flora folds her arms across her chest and meets Hadama's gaze squarely, her expression firming. "Look, I know Sohalia sent you my letter," she begins, her voice dropping to a more serious, intimate register. "But nothing even happened in Stormbreak. Dahlia couldn't make the time to see me so I just hung around the city for a while and then came back."
Glancing at the basket again, the queen tilts her head. "So if there's a rose in there, and you're thinking that you're doing what I asked, there's no need. All you'd be doing is wasting a chance to heal someone who actually needs it, or use it on Starfall."
