lay your soul onto mine
Flora arches a brow, delighted. "Never been to either?" she echoes, drawing the words out like a scandal. "Aithne, babe. That simply won’t do." She sinks deeper into the spring until only her shoulders and curls remain visible, like a siren reclining in warm surf, reflected light catching on the curve of her smile.
"You’re overdue for a proper introduction to Caido’s finest bad ideas," she adds, flicking a droplet of water toward Aithne with the flick of a finger. "And I happen to be an expert in questionable decisions with excellent aesthetics."
She stretches languidly, letting one foot drift to the surface where it breaks like a lily on a pond. "I'd start with the Hollowed Grounds. The Dusklight’s got velvet booths, and drinks strong enough to make even gods second-guess their night. You’ll love it. And since you're an ancient, you can just stroll through the bonfire up on the crust. It'll teleport you right into the middle of town."
"You’re overdue for a proper introduction to Caido’s finest bad ideas," she adds, flicking a droplet of water toward Aithne with the flick of a finger. "And I happen to be an expert in questionable decisions with excellent aesthetics."
She stretches languidly, letting one foot drift to the surface where it breaks like a lily on a pond. "I'd start with the Hollowed Grounds. The Dusklight’s got velvet booths, and drinks strong enough to make even gods second-guess their night. You’ll love it. And since you're an ancient, you can just stroll through the bonfire up on the crust. It'll teleport you right into the middle of town."
