flora
Flora nods decisively, as if his offer to check the jail cells is the most vital part of Torchline’s governance. "Mmm, I think you should," she says, her tone half regal, half amused. "Aside from an enchantment that keeps people from magicking their way out, it’s probably good to make sure they’ll actually hold regular people too. You know, just in case we ever have to imprison someone who isn't a demigod or doesn't have one on speed dial, for once." Her grin widens, aqua eyes glinting with humour. Flora is pretty sure the last person to be actually imprisoned was her mother, who'd been teleported out by Remi.
She inclines her head magnanimously when he mentions taking lunch seriously, a queen bestowing her approval. "Excellent." When he sighs about breaking Remi’s heart, Flora snickers, unable to help herself. "Better you than me," she says brightly, her tone all teasing and unapologetic warmth.
Her gaze drifts toward the desk again, and the smile softens, giving way to something more thoughtful. "Honestly? I’m not sure what’s next," she admits, voice quieter now. "Once this regional quest wraps up, if things stay peaceful I'm not sure we need to focus on adding more weapons or anything like that." She tucks one leg beneath her, shoulders relaxing as she looks out toward the sea through the tall windows. "Seasonally, I was thinking more of the same. Maintenance, improvement, not overhauling anything unless we need to. I don’t see the point in more soldiers, not with you and Remi here when it counts. And truthfully..." Her fingers trace lazy patterns on the side of her glass. "I like the idea of work that benefits everyone—repairing, planting, rebuilding—instead of just accumulating a few shiny items for a few people to own." AKA better to improve their regional score to increase everyone's luck in one go.
She inclines her head magnanimously when he mentions taking lunch seriously, a queen bestowing her approval. "Excellent." When he sighs about breaking Remi’s heart, Flora snickers, unable to help herself. "Better you than me," she says brightly, her tone all teasing and unapologetic warmth.
Her gaze drifts toward the desk again, and the smile softens, giving way to something more thoughtful. "Honestly? I’m not sure what’s next," she admits, voice quieter now. "Once this regional quest wraps up, if things stay peaceful I'm not sure we need to focus on adding more weapons or anything like that." She tucks one leg beneath her, shoulders relaxing as she looks out toward the sea through the tall windows. "Seasonally, I was thinking more of the same. Maintenance, improvement, not overhauling anything unless we need to. I don’t see the point in more soldiers, not with you and Remi here when it counts. And truthfully..." Her fingers trace lazy patterns on the side of her glass. "I like the idea of work that benefits everyone—repairing, planting, rebuilding—instead of just accumulating a few shiny items for a few people to own." AKA better to improve their regional score to increase everyone's luck in one go.
and if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
