with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora arches her brows in playful response, but her smile softens into something quietly luminous, the kind of expression that glows more than it dazzles. There’s warmth there—genuine, if a little wry—as she accepts the compliment like it’s a flower pressed into her palm, cherished but not fussed over. "I suppose it depends on the kind of devotion," she muses aloud, thoughts flickering like candlelight as they step out into the cooler air of the temple proper. "Safrin likes attention. Craves it, really. So if someone’s offering up temporary pain or passion in her name, I think she’d approve—so long as she’s the one being glorified by it." Her tone is thoughtful, not critical; she’s too familiar with the goddess’s appetites to pretend otherwise. "She might not love the kind of chaos Dygra thrives in, but she’ll embrace just about anything that keeps her at the centre of the altar."
At his quiet thanks, she glances up and offers him a smile that’s all sun-drenched affection. "It was my pleasure," she purrs.
With a gentle tug at Danta’s hand, Flora’s golden bangles chime faintly as she draws him forward, momentum carrying her like a breeze through a sacred place. "Show me the rest of the Temple?"
~FIN
At his quiet thanks, she glances up and offers him a smile that’s all sun-drenched affection. "It was my pleasure," she purrs.
With a gentle tug at Danta’s hand, Flora’s golden bangles chime faintly as she draws him forward, momentum carrying her like a breeze through a sacred place. "Show me the rest of the Temple?"
~FIN
