Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora waggles her fingers with a wink, a little theatrical gesture like she’s casting some hush-hush spell over the conversation. Then, with a stretch and a sigh, she reclines back onto the sun-warmed cushions, letting the Sugar Tide rock gently beneath them. As Caly commits everything to memory, Flora outlines the last few key details she’ll need to know—like how to access the backroom of the Hanged Man. Inside, the secret storeroom houses more than rare spirits—it’s where the most lucrative or sensitive exchanges happen, and about the manta crystals hidden in the back to make a quick getaway through the canals if needed. Then she lists the members, that Caly and her siblings might not bar the wrong people from doing what they needed to do.
Turning her head slightly, Flora props herself on one elbow and lets her gaze linger on Caly’s thoughtful profile. "Everything at the Hanged Man still good?" she asks, softer now, more curious than commanding. "You three still happy to keep running it?" Gods knew it was a lot of work and could be a real pain in the ass, but it had been exactly what Flora had needed a few years ago to ground herself and aquiant herself with the real heart of Torchline, and she sensed the Marin's could likely use the same.
Turning her head slightly, Flora props herself on one elbow and lets her gaze linger on Caly’s thoughtful profile. "Everything at the Hanged Man still good?" she asks, softer now, more curious than commanding. "You three still happy to keep running it?" Gods knew it was a lot of work and could be a real pain in the ass, but it had been exactly what Flora had needed a few years ago to ground herself and aquiant herself with the real heart of Torchline, and she sensed the Marin's could likely use the same.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
