I'd burn my house down just to hear them scream my name
Flora groans. "Gods, you’re probably right," she says, raking her fingers through her curls before tipping her head back to groan up at the sky, as if Safrin herself might take pity on Torchline and send down a solution that doesn’t involve two magically aged nine-year-olds treating city weaponry like an interactive puzzle at a museum.
Looking back at Ronin, Flora narrows her eyes slightly. "Okay, well, did you at least..." She pauses, searching for the shape of something that sounds even remotely parental. "I dunno, yell at them or something?" The question barely makes it out before she huffs a weary laugh, because she can already guess the answer.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flora glances toward the soldiers and the growing piles of wood. "At least this way I can’t be accused of nepotism for training soldiers specifically to follow my brothers around. And who doesn't like a bit of regional pageantry?"
Looking back at Ronin, Flora narrows her eyes slightly. "Okay, well, did you at least..." She pauses, searching for the shape of something that sounds even remotely parental. "I dunno, yell at them or something?" The question barely makes it out before she huffs a weary laugh, because she can already guess the answer.
Shrugging her shoulders, Flora glances toward the soldiers and the growing piles of wood. "At least this way I can’t be accused of nepotism for training soldiers specifically to follow my brothers around. And who doesn't like a bit of regional pageantry?"
I've carried hopes & heavy day dreams, but i'm all done with sleepin'
