karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Flora’s grin blooms instantly, bright as lantern-light, when the herald peeks out at her, and only deepens when its approval lands like a warm pat on the head. "Maybe next time I come, we can make voodoo dolls of everyone who’s ever wronged us," she suggests sweetly, the wicked little curve of her smile belying the playful tone, curls bouncing as she tilts her head.
She nods solemnly at the mention of interviews, brows lifting in a show of agreement despite having no real idea what she’s signing herself up for. "Mmhmm, totally, thorough background checks, got it." What that would entail on Ludo's side, she supposed, wasn't necessarily any of her concern.
A laugh slips free, light and delighted, and she leans back on her heels. "I’ll come back with supplies for more acorn people and we can have a proper chat," she promises, waggling her fingers at the raggedy herald like she’s sending it a handful of affection to catch.
~FIN
She nods solemnly at the mention of interviews, brows lifting in a show of agreement despite having no real idea what she’s signing herself up for. "Mmhmm, totally, thorough background checks, got it." What that would entail on Ludo's side, she supposed, wasn't necessarily any of her concern.
A laugh slips free, light and delighted, and she leans back on her heels. "I’ll come back with supplies for more acorn people and we can have a proper chat," she promises, waggling her fingers at the raggedy herald like she’s sending it a handful of affection to catch.
~FIN
