flora
Flora grins at that, the expression easy and a little wicked around the edges as she walks. "In Torchline, you can always just throw yourself into the ocean to cool down," she says lightly, as if this is the most reasonable solution to any problem involving heat. "Any time, day or night. Very efficient." Her shoulders lift in a small shrug as another thought follows on its heels. "I’ve been considering putting up cooling stations around the island, actually. Sort of like how we have water fountains everywhere, but colder."
The warmth of the café hits her the moment she steps inside, and the relief is immediate and entirely unguarded. Flora exhales a long, satisfied sigh as though she’s been holding her breath since arriving in Halo, shrugging out of her heavy coat and hanging it neatly on a nearby hook. The scarf stays, though, still wrapped snug around her neck as if she doesn’t quite trust the heat not to vanish the moment she relaxes. She moves closer to the hearth without thinking, palms open toward the fire as though coaxing the warmth into her bones by sheer will.
At the mention of the First Flame, her attention sharpens. Flora tilts her head as her brows lift with interest. "Oh, right," she says, the words bright with recognition even as her nose wrinkles in quiet curiosity. "I’ve heard of that." The pause that follows is small but telling, her smile tipping toward sheepish amusement. "Not...extensively, though," she adds, glancing briefly toward the fire before looking back to Nina.
The warmth of the café hits her the moment she steps inside, and the relief is immediate and entirely unguarded. Flora exhales a long, satisfied sigh as though she’s been holding her breath since arriving in Halo, shrugging out of her heavy coat and hanging it neatly on a nearby hook. The scarf stays, though, still wrapped snug around her neck as if she doesn’t quite trust the heat not to vanish the moment she relaxes. She moves closer to the hearth without thinking, palms open toward the fire as though coaxing the warmth into her bones by sheer will.
At the mention of the First Flame, her attention sharpens. Flora tilts her head as her brows lift with interest. "Oh, right," she says, the words bright with recognition even as her nose wrinkles in quiet curiosity. "I’ve heard of that." The pause that follows is small but telling, her smile tipping toward sheepish amusement. "Not...extensively, though," she adds, glancing briefly toward the fire before looking back to Nina.
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
