flora
Flora’s smile lingers as Calla turns the stone in her hands, warmth and wonder radiating off her just as clearly as the sunstone itself. She gives a small, self-aware shake of her head, curls slipping loose around her face as she lifts her hands in gentle surrender. "You’re already miles ahead of me," she admits easily. "I know absolutely nothing about rocks." Her gaze drifts back to the glow, thoughtful rather than dismissive. "Though if something like that holds heat, it feels like it would be way more useful in a place like Halo than here. This place has plenty of warmth to spare right now."
Calla’s precise directions draw a grin from her, unmistakably amused, and Flora lets out a quiet laugh through her nose; clearly this woman was a local, then. "Yeah, for sure, we could take it there." Her eyes flick briefly back to the space around them, the barrows scattered and silent beneath the smoke. "I just...how did it end up so far away if that’s where it started?" she wonders, more musing than suspicious, before giving another thoughtful shrug as if the mystery might simply belong to the place.
She glances around again, brow lifting slightly as her attention returns to Calla, curiosity finally finding its voice. "Soo...if you aren’t visiting anyone," she asks lightly, careful not to pry too hard, or imply something offensive, "do you, like, take care of the graves? Or...?"
Calla’s precise directions draw a grin from her, unmistakably amused, and Flora lets out a quiet laugh through her nose; clearly this woman was a local, then. "Yeah, for sure, we could take it there." Her eyes flick briefly back to the space around them, the barrows scattered and silent beneath the smoke. "I just...how did it end up so far away if that’s where it started?" she wonders, more musing than suspicious, before giving another thoughtful shrug as if the mystery might simply belong to the place.
She glances around again, brow lifting slightly as her attention returns to Calla, curiosity finally finding its voice. "Soo...if you aren’t visiting anyone," she asks lightly, careful not to pry too hard, or imply something offensive, "do you, like, take care of the graves? Or...?"
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
