your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
When Safrin spills from glow and glass into shape, Flora’s face opens immediately, bright and unguarded, as if the sun itself has stepped into the room. She lifts the champagne bottle in an easy salute. "Cheers," she says, the word warm and pleased as it leaves her mouth.
At the goddess’s teasing, she laughs, one shoulder lifting in a careless shrug. "Okay, you caught me," she admits, grin tugging wide. "Maybe I don’t really do subtle." But then again, neither did Safrin.
She listens without interrupting, head tilted slightly, aqua eyes intent and steady. There is no fidgeting, no restless humour now, just attention. As Safrin outlines what Torchline must do, Flora nods once, then again, committing each instruction to memory and when she finishes, Flora’s smile returns, sharp and confident. "Will do," she says simply before taking another sip of champagne straight from the bottle, bubbles fizzing against her tongue. "Thanks."
~FIN
At the goddess’s teasing, she laughs, one shoulder lifting in a careless shrug. "Okay, you caught me," she admits, grin tugging wide. "Maybe I don’t really do subtle." But then again, neither did Safrin.
She listens without interrupting, head tilted slightly, aqua eyes intent and steady. There is no fidgeting, no restless humour now, just attention. As Safrin outlines what Torchline must do, Flora nods once, then again, committing each instruction to memory and when she finishes, Flora’s smile returns, sharp and confident. "Will do," she says simply before taking another sip of champagne straight from the bottle, bubbles fizzing against her tongue. "Thanks."
~FIN
