flora
Flora’s face lights right up, that kind of delighted, teeth-baring grin that says she’s already imagining the finished look. "Oh, yes," she breathes, leaning forward on her elbows as Panacea talks through the idea. "I love that vibe—beachy, beautiful, but with just the right amount of enough attitude."
She stays put as asked, mug in hand, letting the steam curl against her cheeks while she listens to the faint scuff of Panacea moving outside. When the healer comes back in, draping net and shimmer over the cloak like she’s dressing the sea itself, Flora’s eyes track every choice—how the shells catch the light, how the gold peeks from beneath the net like buried treasure just begging to be found. She doesn’t interrupt, just watches with a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.
By the time Panacea looks up, she’s already nodding, curls bouncing with it. "It’s incredible," she says, her voice warm and certain, the kind of approval you can sink into like sun-warmed sand. "That’s not just a masquerade outfit—that’s a whole story. People are going to stop you just to get a better look for sure." Her grin tips into something sly as she takes another sip of tea. "I bet even Ludo will like it."
She stays put as asked, mug in hand, letting the steam curl against her cheeks while she listens to the faint scuff of Panacea moving outside. When the healer comes back in, draping net and shimmer over the cloak like she’s dressing the sea itself, Flora’s eyes track every choice—how the shells catch the light, how the gold peeks from beneath the net like buried treasure just begging to be found. She doesn’t interrupt, just watches with a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.
By the time Panacea looks up, she’s already nodding, curls bouncing with it. "It’s incredible," she says, her voice warm and certain, the kind of approval you can sink into like sun-warmed sand. "That’s not just a masquerade outfit—that’s a whole story. People are going to stop you just to get a better look for sure." Her grin tips into something sly as she takes another sip of tea. "I bet even Ludo will like it."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
