flora
From one of Wildering House’s glass-walled rooms, Flora can see the Ahi Coast glittering beyond the estate in all its white-sand, blue-water audacity, the view so lovely it almost feels staged, as if Torchline itself has decided to lean against the window and remind her that, yes, technically she lives somewhere that's basically paradise. She doesn’t linger on it, though, not when the little shrine she’s made for Safrin is stealing all the attention it can get, bright with celestial trinkets and star-touched details arranged with enough care to look effortless, which of course means Flora had spent an absolutely unreasonable amount of time making sure it looked like she hadn’t tried too hard.
Gold rings flashing as she lights a few candles, Flora lets the flames bloom one by one, their glow catching against the delicate glass bottle of jasmine perfume waiting in her other hand. Her blonde curls are pinned up in some half-obedient mess that’s already losing the argument against gravity, and as she sets the perfume carefully among the offerings, she exhales through her nose with the exact sort of sigh one might give before spilling hot gossip over drinks, lashes lowering for a second as if she’s trying very hard to decide whether to be dignified about this and already knows she’s going to fail.
"Safrin?" Her tone is conversational and familiar, her aqua eyes lifting toward the shrine as she runs a hand through her curls and gives them a restless little toss afterward. "So, shit has been super dramatic lately, as I’m sure you’ve seen." Her mouth curves into a small smirk, gold bracelets whispering softly as she adjusts one of the candles so its flame sits just so, because even divine gossip requires decent ambience. "And I don’t even mean Vi answering when I tried to channel you."
Shaking her head, Flora laughs under her breath. "Mostly it’s with people doing and saying shady shit," she continues, smoothing her palms down the front of her leggings before folding one arm loosely across her waist, the other hand lifting in a helpless little flourish that says, honestly where do I even begin. "And so I was wondeeeering if there was some item we could come up with to help with that?"
Gold rings flashing as she lights a few candles, Flora lets the flames bloom one by one, their glow catching against the delicate glass bottle of jasmine perfume waiting in her other hand. Her blonde curls are pinned up in some half-obedient mess that’s already losing the argument against gravity, and as she sets the perfume carefully among the offerings, she exhales through her nose with the exact sort of sigh one might give before spilling hot gossip over drinks, lashes lowering for a second as if she’s trying very hard to decide whether to be dignified about this and already knows she’s going to fail.
"Safrin?" Her tone is conversational and familiar, her aqua eyes lifting toward the shrine as she runs a hand through her curls and gives them a restless little toss afterward. "So, shit has been super dramatic lately, as I’m sure you’ve seen." Her mouth curves into a small smirk, gold bracelets whispering softly as she adjusts one of the candles so its flame sits just so, because even divine gossip requires decent ambience. "And I don’t even mean Vi answering when I tried to channel you."
Shaking her head, Flora laughs under her breath. "Mostly it’s with people doing and saying shady shit," she continues, smoothing her palms down the front of her leggings before folding one arm loosely across her waist, the other hand lifting in a helpless little flourish that says, honestly where do I even begin. "And so I was wondeeeering if there was some item we could come up with to help with that?"
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