flora
Flora laughs, head tipping back slightly as Zavien offers up the title with enough teasing charm to make it bearable. She gives a theatrical little shimmy of her shoulders, curls bouncing and bangles chiming faintly with the movement as if to indicate just how easy it was to accept being called something far too formal.
But even the sparkle in her eyes doesn’t quite soften the thought that follows as the conversation shifts. "If we’d known roses could cure members of the Family back then..." she exhales, not quite a sigh, but close, her gaze flicking briefly toward the garden’s open wall and the glitter of sea beyond. "Could’ve taken out Pierce and maybe even Vox rather than just stabbing Pierce a few times." The shrug that follows is lighter, though. "Still, it worked out." Eventually and messily, but it had just the same.
Politics slips over her like a silk wrap rather than a crown, casual and comfortable as she turns back to him with an appreciative smile. "I appreciate that," she says, and it’s clear she means it, not just in the way Zavien’s taken to his new role, but in the way he’s offering help before being asked. Her grin curves wide and warm as she adds, "Fingers crossed no more aliens fall out of the sky this Deepfrost." Grining, Flora chuckles under her breath. "Assuming they don't, we're usually pretty low-key leading up to LongNight and then it's one big party on the beaches. You and Lena should come down if you aren't swamped by Commander things."
But even the sparkle in her eyes doesn’t quite soften the thought that follows as the conversation shifts. "If we’d known roses could cure members of the Family back then..." she exhales, not quite a sigh, but close, her gaze flicking briefly toward the garden’s open wall and the glitter of sea beyond. "Could’ve taken out Pierce and maybe even Vox rather than just stabbing Pierce a few times." The shrug that follows is lighter, though. "Still, it worked out." Eventually and messily, but it had just the same.
Politics slips over her like a silk wrap rather than a crown, casual and comfortable as she turns back to him with an appreciative smile. "I appreciate that," she says, and it’s clear she means it, not just in the way Zavien’s taken to his new role, but in the way he’s offering help before being asked. Her grin curves wide and warm as she adds, "Fingers crossed no more aliens fall out of the sky this Deepfrost." Grining, Flora chuckles under her breath. "Assuming they don't, we're usually pretty low-key leading up to LongNight and then it's one big party on the beaches. You and Lena should come down if you aren't swamped by Commander things."
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
