flora
Flora’s brows lift in theatrical intrigue as Mateo names it, lips parting as though she’s bracing for something deliciously lethal, and when he clarifies it isn’t deadly she pouts, lower lip nudging forward beneath the shadow of her hat. Her expression brightens immediately as he mentions it might have healing properties though, and she grins at the purple flower before lowering herself into the chair next to his.
"Mmmm, I doubt it. He kinda wakes up in the more or less the same mood every morning." The smirk that follows is lazy and conspiratorial; if her ring was based on Kai's mood, whatever flower morning wood inspired was bound to be one she saw nearly every day. "There’s only so much variety available when a man wakes up in exactly the same...enthusiastic condition." They were newlyweds, after all.
"I’ve noticed the spirits have been rearranging all the flowers," she continues, voice lowering just slightly, thoughtful now. "I can't tell what they're basing the arrangements on, though." Her fingers absently trace the thorned stem again, unbothered by the threat of it.
"Mmmm, I doubt it. He kinda wakes up in the more or less the same mood every morning." The smirk that follows is lazy and conspiratorial; if her ring was based on Kai's mood, whatever flower morning wood inspired was bound to be one she saw nearly every day. "There’s only so much variety available when a man wakes up in exactly the same...enthusiastic condition." They were newlyweds, after all.
"I’ve noticed the spirits have been rearranging all the flowers," she continues, voice lowering just slightly, thoughtful now. "I can't tell what they're basing the arrangements on, though." Her fingers absently trace the thorned stem again, unbothered by the threat of it.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
