flora
Flora perks right up, sitting straighter in her chair, aqua eyes catching the light with sudden sparkle. "Ooooooh, the masquerade," she breathes, the word drawn out like a promise. "Have you made your outfit yet?"
She leans in across the driftwood table, excitement spilling over as she continues, "I made mine with a friend just the other day—still have a few extra supplies on the Sugartide if you need them. Some ribbon, beads, a ridiculous amount of silk, some feathers...the works."
Then she flashes an almost sheepish, unapologetically conspiratorial smile. "I might have gone a little outside of Ludo’s brief, but I'm hoping it won't mind." The way she says it makes it clear she’s more entertained than worried about the possibility of divine disapproval.
She leans in across the driftwood table, excitement spilling over as she continues, "I made mine with a friend just the other day—still have a few extra supplies on the Sugartide if you need them. Some ribbon, beads, a ridiculous amount of silk, some feathers...the works."
Then she flashes an almost sheepish, unapologetically conspiratorial smile. "I might have gone a little outside of Ludo’s brief, but I'm hoping it won't mind." The way she says it makes it clear she’s more entertained than worried about the possibility of divine disapproval.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
