flora
Flora only shrugs at Zavien’s gentle absolution, lashes sweeping low for a moment as if the weight of it all brushes too close. She’s never been one to let people off the hook just because they meant well. Intentions didn’t hold cities together, and what else was there to judge someone by, if not their actions? But her grin returns, crooked and wry, when he humours her earlier suggestions. "Just wait," she says, voice warm with mischief. "Torchline’s about to get obnoxiously twinkly. You’ll be sorry you encouraged me."
As he mentions all the people she still has around to help, she widens her eyes with a look of theatrical astonishment as if to say you don't say. It earns a chuckle, light and dry, but when her eyes meet his again there’s a flicker of something more genuine behind the gold and gloss. "I appreciate you coming down. We’ll catch up again after LongNight, okay?"
Turning toward one of the carved marble shelves near the door, she reaches for a tall, crystal-clear glass—no ceremony, just familiarity—and dips it into a small stone basin inlaid with starlight runes. The healing waters ripple faintly as she offers it to him, cool condensation already forming along the sides. "Best water around," she says, breezy again but not insincere. "Might not be wine, but it does cure headaches." A flash of a grin. "Even political ones."
~FIN
As he mentions all the people she still has around to help, she widens her eyes with a look of theatrical astonishment as if to say you don't say. It earns a chuckle, light and dry, but when her eyes meet his again there’s a flicker of something more genuine behind the gold and gloss. "I appreciate you coming down. We’ll catch up again after LongNight, okay?"
Turning toward one of the carved marble shelves near the door, she reaches for a tall, crystal-clear glass—no ceremony, just familiarity—and dips it into a small stone basin inlaid with starlight runes. The healing waters ripple faintly as she offers it to him, cool condensation already forming along the sides. "Best water around," she says, breezy again but not insincere. "Might not be wine, but it does cure headaches." A flash of a grin. "Even political ones."
~FIN
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
