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Flora snorts under her breath, the sound softened by the steam but not by the look on her face. "Tell me about it,” she says, widening her eyes dramatically, because yes, the Cordillera is beautifu" and dangerous and wildly romantic in exactly the kind of way she and Kai are determined to lean into, but it is also deeply annoying to have to think tactically about one’s wedding location just because some people cannot be trusted not to make themselves everyone else’s problem. "Welllll, I mean, the rest of the Marins are a no after what they did to the Hanged Man. Maea did bring me a rose back when, but it isn’t like we’re close, and I’d rather have her presence not set everyone else off, which means probably also not Liam, her boyfriend, either." Then, with a grin angled toward Melita, she adds, "Obviously not idiots like Sah or anyone else who has killed any of my friends, either accidentally or not."
As Melita rattles through the list of wild magic mishaps and miracles, Flora’s expression shifts into open delight, her brows lifting higher with each new addition as if the whole thing is less a catalogue of unpredictable danger and more a particularly chaotic menu. She has seen some of it herself, but hearing the full assortment laid out like that makes it sound even more absurdly, wonderfully Ludo, and by the time Melita finishes, Flora is grinning with unmistakable approval. "I bet there are more things you can do," she says, settling back against the stone as the starlit water laps against her shoulders. "It feels very Ludo to just keep adding in random stuff all the time."
At the question of what else she might want from Safrin, Flora hums, tilting her head as she lets the possibilities drift through her mind in bright, impractical little constellations. "Well, teleportation would be epic," she says first. "But also like... have you seen Ronin do the thing with starbolts? Something like that would be neat." Her fingers skim over the surface, rings flashing briefly before dipping beneath the warmth again, and there is a smaller, more practical line tucked beneath the glitter of wanting something beautiful and dramatic. "I have my daggers, but I mean, in moments like right now, or if I got channelled and just didn’t have them on me, I’m kinda useless."
As Melita rattles through the list of wild magic mishaps and miracles, Flora’s expression shifts into open delight, her brows lifting higher with each new addition as if the whole thing is less a catalogue of unpredictable danger and more a particularly chaotic menu. She has seen some of it herself, but hearing the full assortment laid out like that makes it sound even more absurdly, wonderfully Ludo, and by the time Melita finishes, Flora is grinning with unmistakable approval. "I bet there are more things you can do," she says, settling back against the stone as the starlit water laps against her shoulders. "It feels very Ludo to just keep adding in random stuff all the time."
At the question of what else she might want from Safrin, Flora hums, tilting her head as she lets the possibilities drift through her mind in bright, impractical little constellations. "Well, teleportation would be epic," she says first. "But also like... have you seen Ronin do the thing with starbolts? Something like that would be neat." Her fingers skim over the surface, rings flashing briefly before dipping beneath the warmth again, and there is a smaller, more practical line tucked beneath the glitter of wanting something beautiful and dramatic. "I have my daggers, but I mean, in moments like right now, or if I got channelled and just didn’t have them on me, I’m kinda useless."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
