flora
Flora’s expression sharpens instantly at his airy reference to packing up his life, her sunglasses sliding lower as her aqua stare fixes on him with theatrical disbelief. "Mmhm," she echoes, long and skeptical, as if he’s just claimed he popped out for snacks and not been forced to relocate cities. She doesn’t press the issue though, because Fern is a good name. Instead, she lifts her chin slightly, accepting his innocence in the Fern Affair with a suspicious little hum, though the grin tugging at her mouth betrays how delighted she is by the whole thing.
At the mention of Meadowreach, she nods once, slow and deliberate, the brim of her hat casting a crescent shadow over her smile. "They’re doing very well," she says, pointedly plural, and watches his face as she says it. The crookedness of her grin gives her away before anything else does, with Flora leaning back and stretching her legs out into the sun, fingers toying idly with the violet bloom still balanced between them. "Remi and Ronin still don’t have a clue," she adds, unable to keep the conspiratorial delight from her voice before her shoulders lift in a small, helpless shrug that radiates smugness. "Honestly, I don’t know how we’re related to them sometimes."
At the mention of Meadowreach, she nods once, slow and deliberate, the brim of her hat casting a crescent shadow over her smile. "They’re doing very well," she says, pointedly plural, and watches his face as she says it. The crookedness of her grin gives her away before anything else does, with Flora leaning back and stretching her legs out into the sun, fingers toying idly with the violet bloom still balanced between them. "Remi and Ronin still don’t have a clue," she adds, unable to keep the conspiratorial delight from her voice before her shoulders lift in a small, helpless shrug that radiates smugness. "Honestly, I don’t know how we’re related to them sometimes."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
