never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora grins, her teeth flashing bright against sun-warmed skin as she tosses Melita a sideways glance. "Actually? No one knows that I did it." Her voice lowers in mock-conspiracy, even though there’s no one around to overhear. "I took Isla’s memories of her time with my dad and gave them back to him. He’d asked Ludo to make him forget everything about Isla 'cause of the Voice and the war and all that mess." She shrugs one shoulder, like it hadn't sent both the Bastion and Remedy into a complete and utter emotional tailspin. "They're besties again now so I assume it was for the best, but I made Remi think it was his idea."
The mention of monsters luring people out has her wrinkling her nose, pushing her sunglasses back up with one finger. "Okay, but like—why didn’t you just turn up the music and ignore them? Drown 'em out with something fun and stupid, like a singalong or a drinking game or something?" Her voice is joking, but it’s not hard to imagine her actually trying to do just that. Trust Flora to answer existential horror with loud music and cocktails, especially having never experienced true LongNight Dread.
Still, the thought of lingering in a place where the shadows had teeth makes her shiver a little, despite the heat. She nods, absently brushing sand from her thigh. "Yeah. Makes sense. Plus, the weather kind of sucks there. All mud and fog and creepy stone buildings. Torchline’s got its own drama, but at least it’s warm." She flashes Melita a grin. "And the drinks are better."
The mention of monsters luring people out has her wrinkling her nose, pushing her sunglasses back up with one finger. "Okay, but like—why didn’t you just turn up the music and ignore them? Drown 'em out with something fun and stupid, like a singalong or a drinking game or something?" Her voice is joking, but it’s not hard to imagine her actually trying to do just that. Trust Flora to answer existential horror with loud music and cocktails, especially having never experienced true LongNight Dread.
Still, the thought of lingering in a place where the shadows had teeth makes her shiver a little, despite the heat. She nods, absently brushing sand from her thigh. "Yeah. Makes sense. Plus, the weather kind of sucks there. All mud and fog and creepy stone buildings. Torchline’s got its own drama, but at least it’s warm." She flashes Melita a grin. "And the drinks are better."
