love, death and robots

flora

Flora blinks at Maea’s bitter phrasing, her aqua eyes flickering with surprise before narrowing slightly. The Ancient has always had a particular knack for twisting words until they're tangled knots of worst-case scenarios, and this time is clearly no different. Flora sighs softly, a quiet exhale that brushes away some of the tension, her fingers tapping restlessly against the bar as she considers her next words carefully.

"I'm not suggesting you hide," she replies gently, but with a firmness beneath her tone that doesn’t waver. "You could just keep doing what you've been doing—finding roses. Honestly, that’s a bigger help than you probably realize." Flora’s lips twist faintly, not quite into a smile. "But if you're serious about wanting the Greatwood back on the political map, then maybe you need to start by mending fences with the leaders of the other regions. Because, believe me—right now, if something does happen here?" She lifts one shoulder in a small shrug, a rueful tilt to her mouth. "I doubt anyone's going to rush to the rescue." If anything they'd likely just point out what Flora had, only in harsher terms: that Maea had made the Greatwood a target and now it was hers to defend and protect.

We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!