flora
Flora lets her head fall back against the chair with an exaggerated roll of her eyes at the mention of more plants, the gesture dramatic enough to sell annoyance even as the corners of her mouth betray her. Not only did Wildering House have more than enough space, but she quite enjoyed having greenery around even if she didn't share Mateo's green thumb.
At the warning about the walky, bitey ones, she angles her head toward him, expression thoughtful for half a second before she lifts her glass again. "You will have to convince the spirits not to bite them back," Flora adds, entirely unbothered, as if inter-plant warfare is just another household consideration. "They can be territorial, and I refuse to referee a feud between haunted architecture and carnivorous shrubbery. That's all on you."
Then she catches the note of mischief in Mateo’s voice, twists in her chair to look at Remi properly. "Yeah," she says brightly, drawing the word out as she grins, "I've been asking for a pony for yeeeears now. Honestly, it is about time you two stepped up."
At the warning about the walky, bitey ones, she angles her head toward him, expression thoughtful for half a second before she lifts her glass again. "You will have to convince the spirits not to bite them back," Flora adds, entirely unbothered, as if inter-plant warfare is just another household consideration. "They can be territorial, and I refuse to referee a feud between haunted architecture and carnivorous shrubbery. That's all on you."
Then she catches the note of mischief in Mateo’s voice, twists in her chair to look at Remi properly. "Yeah," she says brightly, drawing the word out as she grins, "I've been asking for a pony for yeeeears now. Honestly, it is about time you two stepped up."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
