flora
Flora laughs, light and easy, giving her curls a little shake. "Trust me, whatever you picked would’ve been fine—but I’m glad my leftovers could save you from stressing about it." She flashes Panacea a quick grin, the kind that says she’s genuinely pleased to have helped, before tipping back her cup for the last swallow of tea.
At the mention of never having been to something like this, she chuckles into the rim. "Oh, there’s always drama," she says knowingly, setting the mug down with a little clink. "Guaranteed. And Ludo will definitely be there—probably everywhere. Might be tricky to find the real one in a sea of masks, but..." She gives a small shrug, lips curling into a smile. "That’s half the fun."
Not wanting to overstay, Flora begins to sweep the untouched silks, beads, and feathers back into her bags, movements efficient but still easy, like she isn’t in a rush. Slinging one strap over her shoulder, she gives Panacea a warm look. "Thanks for the tea—it was perfect." Her aqua eyes gleam with playful sincerity. "If the masquerade’s half as good as this cup, we’re in for one hell of a night. I hope to see you there, now that I know what to look out for."
With a bright wave toward Panacea and a warm, easy smile, the queen rises from her chair and turns back toward the door. Making her way across the sand, she heads for the Sugartide where her stained-glass sails still shimmer in the sun.
~FIN
At the mention of never having been to something like this, she chuckles into the rim. "Oh, there’s always drama," she says knowingly, setting the mug down with a little clink. "Guaranteed. And Ludo will definitely be there—probably everywhere. Might be tricky to find the real one in a sea of masks, but..." She gives a small shrug, lips curling into a smile. "That’s half the fun."
Not wanting to overstay, Flora begins to sweep the untouched silks, beads, and feathers back into her bags, movements efficient but still easy, like she isn’t in a rush. Slinging one strap over her shoulder, she gives Panacea a warm look. "Thanks for the tea—it was perfect." Her aqua eyes gleam with playful sincerity. "If the masquerade’s half as good as this cup, we’re in for one hell of a night. I hope to see you there, now that I know what to look out for."
With a bright wave toward Panacea and a warm, easy smile, the queen rises from her chair and turns back toward the door. Making her way across the sand, she heads for the Sugartide where her stained-glass sails still shimmer in the sun.
~FIN
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
