flora
Flora’s laugh rings out bright and easy at that, the sound carrying lightly across the meadow as she tips her head toward him. "I won't tell if you don't," she chuckles, all innocence and sunshine, as though the entire concept of bribery is merely an administrative technicality rather than a cornerstone of Torchline diplomacy.
Her gaze drifts past him toward the fenced patch, and this time she does look closely enough to spot the delicate coil of green pushing toward the light, all tender leaves and determined little curls. "Mateo said they were doing well last I talked to him," she adds, tone casual, though her eyes flash briefly with mischief at how vague the word they was in this context, before she reaches for her own bottle and pops the cap free with a practiced flick. She takes a long pull from it, head tipping back slightly, letting the cold cut cleanly through the heat before lowering it again with a quiet exhale.
"Back home is hot," she says, the word drawn out for emphasis. "But good. Nothing that requires either of you to abandon your agricultural vigil and come running." She shifts her weight, settling more comfortably into the grass, fingers curling around the chilled glass. "I just came to see if you thought it might be a good time to do a bit more regional improvement before the season turns," she continues, glancing at him sidelong. "And whether starting our next RQ now makes sense."
A grin curves slowly across her mouth, sunlight catching in the gold at her fingers. "I've been promising Melita cannons for seasons now, and I imagine she is close to building them herself, so I feel like it's probably time to make good on that, unless you have a better idea."
Her gaze drifts past him toward the fenced patch, and this time she does look closely enough to spot the delicate coil of green pushing toward the light, all tender leaves and determined little curls. "Mateo said they were doing well last I talked to him," she adds, tone casual, though her eyes flash briefly with mischief at how vague the word they was in this context, before she reaches for her own bottle and pops the cap free with a practiced flick. She takes a long pull from it, head tipping back slightly, letting the cold cut cleanly through the heat before lowering it again with a quiet exhale.
"Back home is hot," she says, the word drawn out for emphasis. "But good. Nothing that requires either of you to abandon your agricultural vigil and come running." She shifts her weight, settling more comfortably into the grass, fingers curling around the chilled glass. "I just came to see if you thought it might be a good time to do a bit more regional improvement before the season turns," she continues, glancing at him sidelong. "And whether starting our next RQ now makes sense."
A grin curves slowly across her mouth, sunlight catching in the gold at her fingers. "I've been promising Melita cannons for seasons now, and I imagine she is close to building them herself, so I feel like it's probably time to make good on that, unless you have a better idea."
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
