with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora turned at the sound of infant squeals and wingbeats, lowering her sunglasses just enough to peer over the lenses. The sight of Deimos—stoic as always, somehow even more so when flanked by his peryton and what appeared to be the world’s smallest snow explorer—was unexpected enough to crack a grin across her wind-chapped lips.
"Snowmen?" she echoed, brushing her gloved hands off on her thighs. "Great. So I’m out here pawing through the snow and really I should just be looking for Frosty?" She stepped closer, eyeing Erebos with an affectionate little smile and Belial with the cautious respect.
"Hi, by the way," she added, softer now that they were within arm’s reach. Her gaze flicked briefly across Deimos’s face, searching for frostier signs—emotional, not seasonal—but finding none. "Promise I'm not here to rearrange your landscape again. I have a quest from Ludo."
"Snowmen?" she echoed, brushing her gloved hands off on her thighs. "Great. So I’m out here pawing through the snow and really I should just be looking for Frosty?" She stepped closer, eyeing Erebos with an affectionate little smile and Belial with the cautious respect.
"Hi, by the way," she added, softer now that they were within arm’s reach. Her gaze flicked briefly across Deimos’s face, searching for frostier signs—emotional, not seasonal—but finding none. "Promise I'm not here to rearrange your landscape again. I have a quest from Ludo."
