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Flora grins, shaking her head with the kind of fond exasperation reserved for childhood stories too bizarre to make up. "As a kid?" she says, "I spent most of my time hiding from Ronin tearing up the Greatwood any time he remembered Enzo and I existed." There’s no bitterness in it, just wry amusement after so many years in between. "Remi didn’t really stick around either, and while our nonna—Vai—could have taken us hunting, I don’t think even she thought it was worth the risk of dragon fire." She chuckles softly at the memory, eyes glinting with mischief and the sort of clarity only distance can bring. "So no. Never really had the chance."
The idea that Asta’s hunts are reverent doesn’t surprise her at all. There’s a ritualistic precision to the way he moves, the way he handles pain, violence, affection. Everything he does has purpose. So when he suggests they could take a left right now—that he could show her what it really looks like—Flora brightens immediately, eyes gleaming. "Left it is," she agrees without a moment’s hesitation, her excitement barely contained as she turns her steps in that direction, curls bouncing with each stride.
As they walk, she snickers softly, gaze sliding up to him as her cheek rounds with her grin. "You and Danta have something pretty special," she says, nudging him gently with her shoulder. "Not that I think you don’t know that already, but.." Well, sometimes it was nice to hear it anyway.
The idea that Asta’s hunts are reverent doesn’t surprise her at all. There’s a ritualistic precision to the way he moves, the way he handles pain, violence, affection. Everything he does has purpose. So when he suggests they could take a left right now—that he could show her what it really looks like—Flora brightens immediately, eyes gleaming. "Left it is," she agrees without a moment’s hesitation, her excitement barely contained as she turns her steps in that direction, curls bouncing with each stride.
As they walk, she snickers softly, gaze sliding up to him as her cheek rounds with her grin. "You and Danta have something pretty special," she says, nudging him gently with her shoulder. "Not that I think you don’t know that already, but.." Well, sometimes it was nice to hear it anyway.
