flora
Flora laughs at his correction, the sound rich and sun-warmed even in the depths of the cave. But when he adds that he’s hot, her brows lift and she murmurs, just under her breath, "Yes, you are." More loudly—and with no trace of shame—she adds, "Well, there’s no harm in stripping off some of what you’re wearing, is there?" A crooked grin curves across her mouth as she shifts to kneel beside him.
At his note about the lilies' durability, she nods thoughtfully, watching the way his hands work the soil. "That’s a good point. I'm sure Starfall is a good deal less hostile than anywhere here." She holds the container steady as he slips the lily inside, the blossom seeming to glow brighter once settled.
For a moment, she just stares at it—at the way the petals curl like parchment spun from light, the faint glisten along the edges where steam meets magic. Then she lifts her gaze to Amhran, radiant with appreciation. "Thank you," she says, and it’s more than polite—it’s warm and real, a little awed. "I really do appreciate this. So will the Cordillera."
At his request, she immediately nods, shifting into a more comfortable crouch beside the hollowed patch of earth. "Of course. Can I do anything to help?" she asks, pushing her hair off her damp temple with one hand.
At his note about the lilies' durability, she nods thoughtfully, watching the way his hands work the soil. "That’s a good point. I'm sure Starfall is a good deal less hostile than anywhere here." She holds the container steady as he slips the lily inside, the blossom seeming to glow brighter once settled.
For a moment, she just stares at it—at the way the petals curl like parchment spun from light, the faint glisten along the edges where steam meets magic. Then she lifts her gaze to Amhran, radiant with appreciation. "Thank you," she says, and it’s more than polite—it’s warm and real, a little awed. "I really do appreciate this. So will the Cordillera."
At his request, she immediately nods, shifting into a more comfortable crouch beside the hollowed patch of earth. "Of course. Can I do anything to help?" she asks, pushing her hair off her damp temple with one hand.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
