your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Spice answers Sila’s flames with a bright spray of ice, banking sharply through the mist she creates before chasing after the bronze dragon with an excited trill. Flora tips her head back long enough to watch the pale streak of her against the sky, smiling before another glint in the sand draws her attention down again.
"I wonder if the Merchant’s Guild can tell you what’s actually useful versus what’s just...for fun, you know?" Her nose wrinkles slightly as she drops another bottle onto the sled and gives the rope a tug. "Because now I’m wondering how many things around my house are secretly important." There are enough unusual bones, magical trinkets, and beautifully ominous objects scattered through Wildering House that the possibility doesn’t seem especially remote. Maybe she needs to invite someone over to appraise the place before another piece of décor turns out to be essential to saving the world.
"For sure," Flora agrees easily when Melita offers to help, though the question that follows pulls a sigh from her that sounds much lighter than it feels. "Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but considering the lastplot time I was murdered, got stabbed, and then got broken up with for doing the wrong thing with Dahlia, I doubt I’m the poster child for handling this shit well." Her mouth twists into a dry little smile as she reaches for another cup, flattening it beneath her fingers before adding it to the growing pile.
At the question about the dream sand, Flora hums thoughtfully. "Oh, well, apparently Remi opened the bag and then...boom, he and Kai were dreaming." She lifts one hand, fingers spreading to illustrate the abruptness of it before letting it fall back to the sled’s rope. "He said it was like a lucid dream, so they could control everything, and Remi didn’t think they were in anyone’s dream other than each other’s." Her brows draw together as she considers it, unsure whether that makes the sand less alarming or considerably more so. "Which sounds kind of fun until you remember it’s mysterious nightmare sand from the desert, so..."
"I wonder if the Merchant’s Guild can tell you what’s actually useful versus what’s just...for fun, you know?" Her nose wrinkles slightly as she drops another bottle onto the sled and gives the rope a tug. "Because now I’m wondering how many things around my house are secretly important." There are enough unusual bones, magical trinkets, and beautifully ominous objects scattered through Wildering House that the possibility doesn’t seem especially remote. Maybe she needs to invite someone over to appraise the place before another piece of décor turns out to be essential to saving the world.
"For sure," Flora agrees easily when Melita offers to help, though the question that follows pulls a sigh from her that sounds much lighter than it feels. "Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but considering the last
At the question about the dream sand, Flora hums thoughtfully. "Oh, well, apparently Remi opened the bag and then...boom, he and Kai were dreaming." She lifts one hand, fingers spreading to illustrate the abruptness of it before letting it fall back to the sled’s rope. "He said it was like a lucid dream, so they could control everything, and Remi didn’t think they were in anyone’s dream other than each other’s." Her brows draw together as she considers it, unsure whether that makes the sand less alarming or considerably more so. "Which sounds kind of fun until you remember it’s mysterious nightmare sand from the desert, so..."
