flora
Flora can’t quite help the little spark of pride that lights her expression when Ronin agrees with her; for all her feelings about wanting to rule on her own, having his validation still lands like sunlight after rain. "Exactly," she says, pleased but trying not to sound too triumphant about it. "If Torchline ever does come into more powerful weapons or relics, I’d rather they go to the weaker citizens than the front lines. The people who actually need protection, not the ones who can already level a ship if they sneeze."
Her shoulders lift in a small, easy shrug as she watches the clouds rolling in beyond the windows. "It never seems to be the demigods who need them anyway, you know?" she muses, her tone a thoughtful hum. "And as much as I love the idea of you all being everywhere at once—" a wry glance cuts his way "—we both know that’s not how it works."
Another shrug, lighter this time, and a grin curls at the edge of her mouth. "Maybe I’ll just start questing for Safrin in my spare time and arm the whole region myself," she says, the words half a joke, half a dare to the world. "You know—Torchline’s first divine arsenal. I’m sure she’d love that." Pausing, Flora's brows will raise. "Oh, speaking of...are you two...like, still fighting?" Safrin was still Torchline's patron deity after all, and if she and Flora's new council member were beefing, then maybe her next quest would be a divine get-along shirt to shove them in.
Her shoulders lift in a small, easy shrug as she watches the clouds rolling in beyond the windows. "It never seems to be the demigods who need them anyway, you know?" she muses, her tone a thoughtful hum. "And as much as I love the idea of you all being everywhere at once—" a wry glance cuts his way "—we both know that’s not how it works."
Another shrug, lighter this time, and a grin curls at the edge of her mouth. "Maybe I’ll just start questing for Safrin in my spare time and arm the whole region myself," she says, the words half a joke, half a dare to the world. "You know—Torchline’s first divine arsenal. I’m sure she’d love that." Pausing, Flora's brows will raise. "Oh, speaking of...are you two...like, still fighting?" Safrin was still Torchline's patron deity after all, and if she and Flora's new council member were beefing, then maybe her next quest would be a divine get-along shirt to shove them in.
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
