flora
Flora scoffs, dragging a hand across her forehead like the long-suffering heroine in a tragedy about lava and poor choices. "Ugh, no, don’t you dare make this sound reasonable. I refuse to believe rocks are anything but divine punishment for something Torchline did before we were even born." Still, her hands move on autopilot, fingers plucking the right kind of stone with the instinct of someone who’s done this too many damn times for someone of her social standing. With the air of a queen flinging gold to the masses, she lobs each rock into Melita’s bucket without so much as breaking stride.
At the idea of magical lighting, she perks up, though her grin turns sly. "Actually," she says, "I was thinking the opposite. You know how I can turn invisible, right?" She vaguely waggles the hand with the ring on it that allowed for such things. "Well, I figured... why not the ship too? I don’t need stealth, but when has being invisible not been useful?"
At the mention of Hadama, Flora cackles, nearly tripping over a root in her glee. "You what? How do you even play chicken with Hadama? Was it underwater?" But then how would the Firecracker have been involved?
Grinning wide, she bumps their shoulders together. "Okay, but seriously. What’s your quest even for?"
At the idea of magical lighting, she perks up, though her grin turns sly. "Actually," she says, "I was thinking the opposite. You know how I can turn invisible, right?" She vaguely waggles the hand with the ring on it that allowed for such things. "Well, I figured... why not the ship too? I don’t need stealth, but when has being invisible not been useful?"
At the mention of Hadama, Flora cackles, nearly tripping over a root in her glee. "You what? How do you even play chicken with Hadama? Was it underwater?" But then how would the Firecracker have been involved?
Grinning wide, she bumps their shoulders together. "Okay, but seriously. What’s your quest even for?"
damn they don't make them like this anymore
