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Flora’s brows arch high, delight flickering across her face as she leans closer to Kai, her voice a soft drawl. "Should I be worried," she teases, "that the priestess you’ve been riding around on has suddenly inspired you to pray to Dygra?" The grin that follows is wide and wicked, though her eyes are still laughing as they lift toward Danta and Asta before sliding right back to Kai. "Because it sounds like Charlie might be a little too good at her job. Is that why she wants you at her festival so badly?" she wonders, echoing the Maverick’s warning with a smirk. "How’d you meet her, anyway?"
Her fingers squeeze lightly at Kai's hand as she looks up at him, expression bright with mock suspicion that can’t quite hide the affection beneath it. Whatever answer he gives, she’ll drink it down with the same amusement she drinks everything else tonight, with warmth that flickers like the torches along the beach.
Wrinkling her nose as Danta elaborates on his plans for a decorative Asta statue, she lets out a low laugh. "Careful," she warns him, glancing toward the butcher with playful solemnity. "All that steam, and you’ll have mildew on your masterpiece."
When both Ancients agree that or not sounds ideal, Flora's gaze will find Kai's again, a slow and sultry smile curving her mouth as her fingers curl tighter around his. "What do you think?" she murmurs, her voice all honey and trouble, wondering if he could be tempted into a second skinnydip of the evening. Her eyes glint, teasing and hopeful all at once as her thumb strokes the back of his hand. "Up for another swim?"
Up ahead, Wildering House comes into view—its dark silhouette rising like something half-dreamt, haloed in the shimmer of lanterns strung along its eaves. The windows glow with the low, amber pulse of candlelight, while the waves hush and gather at its feet as though bowing in welcome. The closer they draw, the more the laughter and distant music of the LongNight revellers fade into a softer hum, replaced by the murmuring sea.
Her fingers squeeze lightly at Kai's hand as she looks up at him, expression bright with mock suspicion that can’t quite hide the affection beneath it. Whatever answer he gives, she’ll drink it down with the same amusement she drinks everything else tonight, with warmth that flickers like the torches along the beach.
Wrinkling her nose as Danta elaborates on his plans for a decorative Asta statue, she lets out a low laugh. "Careful," she warns him, glancing toward the butcher with playful solemnity. "All that steam, and you’ll have mildew on your masterpiece."
When both Ancients agree that or not sounds ideal, Flora's gaze will find Kai's again, a slow and sultry smile curving her mouth as her fingers curl tighter around his. "What do you think?" she murmurs, her voice all honey and trouble, wondering if he could be tempted into a second skinnydip of the evening. Her eyes glint, teasing and hopeful all at once as her thumb strokes the back of his hand. "Up for another swim?"
Up ahead, Wildering House comes into view—its dark silhouette rising like something half-dreamt, haloed in the shimmer of lanterns strung along its eaves. The windows glow with the low, amber pulse of candlelight, while the waves hush and gather at its feet as though bowing in welcome. The closer they draw, the more the laughter and distant music of the LongNight revellers fade into a softer hum, replaced by the murmuring sea.
I hope you're wetting your appetite, finding your way into someone's eyes
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
I hope you're dreaming in black and white, and seeing in colour
