flora
Flora watches Ludo’s theatrical sprawl with an indulgent smirk, hands resting lightly on her hips. "You wound me," she says, voice thick with faux solemnity. "You offer a deal I can’t afford, I turn it down like a responsible adult, and now I’m boring? Unbelievable." Still, her tone is all warmth and wickedness, the kind of irreverence that knows better than to mock a god—but flirts with the edges anyway.
When the herald claps its raggedy limbs and lifts itself like a puppet master crowned in porcelain, Flora straightens too, chin lifted, curls catching the breeze like little sails. "One memory quest," she echoes, solemn this time. "Got it."
A grin slips across her lips before she steps back. "And if halfway through I decide being reckless is better than being brave—you’ll be my first stop."
With that, she offers Ludo the faintest mock-curtsy—too sassy to be reverent, too sincere to be mocking—and turns on her heel, Spice fluttering low over her shoulder in a shimmer of frost and gold.
~FIN
When the herald claps its raggedy limbs and lifts itself like a puppet master crowned in porcelain, Flora straightens too, chin lifted, curls catching the breeze like little sails. "One memory quest," she echoes, solemn this time. "Got it."
A grin slips across her lips before she steps back. "And if halfway through I decide being reckless is better than being brave—you’ll be my first stop."
With that, she offers Ludo the faintest mock-curtsy—too sassy to be reverent, too sincere to be mocking—and turns on her heel, Spice fluttering low over her shoulder in a shimmer of frost and gold.
~FIN
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
