flora
Flora reaches out without hesitation, her hand slipping easily into his with a warmth that stands in contrast to the chill of the air. "Flora," she says, her grip confident but not pushy, fingers cold but steady in his. "Though I’m guessing you already know that?"
A small, wry smile tugs at her mouth as she steps back, tilting her head toward the noticeboard where his message had first appeared. "I try not to bombard Deimos with a thousand letters—he’s got enough on his plate without me asking if the cannibal snow goats are still a problem." Her voice is light again, breezy in the way that suggests a joke, even if it’s only half of one. "So I figured I’d come up and see what the Noticeboard had to offer."
She glances at him again, this time with a little more curiosity. He’s not what she expected, though maybe that’s exactly what she should’ve expected. "What about you? You're pretty far from Torchline yourself." Flora, of course, assuming that Zen would be living in Torchline like the rest of his family.
A small, wry smile tugs at her mouth as she steps back, tilting her head toward the noticeboard where his message had first appeared. "I try not to bombard Deimos with a thousand letters—he’s got enough on his plate without me asking if the cannibal snow goats are still a problem." Her voice is light again, breezy in the way that suggests a joke, even if it’s only half of one. "So I figured I’d come up and see what the Noticeboard had to offer."
She glances at him again, this time with a little more curiosity. He’s not what she expected, though maybe that’s exactly what she should’ve expected. "What about you? You're pretty far from Torchline yourself." Flora, of course, assuming that Zen would be living in Torchline like the rest of his family.
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
