flora
Flora watches the little cloth cat vanish into shadow, the phantom meow tugging a grin from the corner of her mouth. "Glad to hear it," she drawls up at the mask now draped like sea-slick silk across the statue, the chiming top spinning merrily between them.
The smile she flashes is warm but wary—equal parts charm and caution, like she’s trying not to startle a sleeping sea snake. "I do love a bargain, and gods know that's a good deal," she says approvingly, eyeing the animated spin of her offering. "But if I had to bet, I’d say the memories you’re after are the ones I’m not quite ready to give up." It wouldn't want them otherwise, right?
She lifts one shoulder in a slow shrug, casual as the tide. "Tempting, though. Like really tempting. But after all my nonsense lately, I'd probably better play it safe." Flora steps back just enough to straighten, wind teasing the hem of her linen skirt as she meets Ludo’s empty gaze with a flicker of mischief. "Quest pleeeeease."
The smile she flashes is warm but wary—equal parts charm and caution, like she’s trying not to startle a sleeping sea snake. "I do love a bargain, and gods know that's a good deal," she says approvingly, eyeing the animated spin of her offering. "But if I had to bet, I’d say the memories you’re after are the ones I’m not quite ready to give up." It wouldn't want them otherwise, right?
She lifts one shoulder in a slow shrug, casual as the tide. "Tempting, though. Like really tempting. But after all my nonsense lately, I'd probably better play it safe." Flora steps back just enough to straighten, wind teasing the hem of her linen skirt as she meets Ludo’s empty gaze with a flicker of mischief. "Quest pleeeeease."
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
