flora
Flora watches Remi coax the salt through the water in soft spirals, as if waiting for something to happen. A glow, a pulse, some kind of celestial sparkle, anything. When none appears, she lifts her brows, waits another breath, then shrugs with an easy, resigned little exhale. "Alright then," she murmurs, stepping over to the crates.
She crouches to retrieve the container of citrus, the scent bright and sharp as she cracks the lid. "Kai and I had spirits in the Oerwoud help juice these," she says with a grin. "So I really hope it’s good." Straightening, she hands the container to Remi so he can pour it in with all the tentacled precision he’s already mastered.
Beside Ronin, the boy tilts his head up at the Knight, skepticism blooming in his expression before he squints toward the fountain again. He sniffs exaggeratedly, nose wrinkling. "It kinda just smells like you’re making a big bath," he declares, the citrus and salt evidently giving very spa-day vibes. But with a shrug that signals the mysteries of adult behaviour are well above his pay grade, he trots back to his friends, arm whole again, already swept back into their game.
Flora watches him go before turning back to Ronin with a faint smile softened by relief. "Hey—can you grab the sponges and brushes and haul them back into town once we’re done?"
Final round! Remi pour in the citrus and Ronin clean up!
She crouches to retrieve the container of citrus, the scent bright and sharp as she cracks the lid. "Kai and I had spirits in the Oerwoud help juice these," she says with a grin. "So I really hope it’s good." Straightening, she hands the container to Remi so he can pour it in with all the tentacled precision he’s already mastered.
Beside Ronin, the boy tilts his head up at the Knight, skepticism blooming in his expression before he squints toward the fountain again. He sniffs exaggeratedly, nose wrinkling. "It kinda just smells like you’re making a big bath," he declares, the citrus and salt evidently giving very spa-day vibes. But with a shrug that signals the mysteries of adult behaviour are well above his pay grade, he trots back to his friends, arm whole again, already swept back into their game.
Flora watches him go before turning back to Ronin with a faint smile softened by relief. "Hey—can you grab the sponges and brushes and haul them back into town once we’re done?"
Final round! Remi pour in the citrus and Ronin clean up!
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
