mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
Flora smirks, shaking her head lightly as if amused by the thought. "No, never," she admits, her expression a mix of amusement and slight caution. "I've always been partial to Safrin, and well, you know how jealous she can get." Her voice carries a playful lilt, but there's an underlying seriousness that hints at the complexities of divine politics. Safrin might not be the wisest choice given how things between the goddess had played out between all three of her dads, but then again, perhaps that was part of the appeal.
Leaning back, her eyes briefly flit across the room, thoughtful. "Besides, I've seen firsthand how things can go sideways with Ludo, especially considering how things played out between it and my dad."
Leaning back, her eyes briefly flit across the room, thoughtful. "Besides, I've seen firsthand how things can go sideways with Ludo, especially considering how things played out between it and my dad."
