flora
Flora beams up at her, though the smile has to carry rather more weight than it once might have. Calling Safrin somewhere strange with an ambitious proposal had never exactly been effortless, but doing it now, with the goddess’s power threaded through her and the title of demigod settling more firmly around her shoulders, makes every word feel as though it ought to justify the faith Safrin has placed in her.
"Okay, so—" Flora begins, then stops herself with a small shake of her head. "Actually, wait." Her grin brightens as the better idea occurs to her. What better use could there be for the power Safrin gave her than letting the goddess see the conversation for herself? Flora lifts one hand, and with a graceful sweep of her fingers, the air above the star-strewn sand shimmers into colour and movement. Her meeting with Danta unfolds between them, replaying the discussion aboard the Sugartide: the portal they want to establish between the Grounds and Torchline, the access it would offer both regions, and the shrine he’d asked to place in Torchline in return.
Once the memory fades, Flora reaches for one of the waiting goblets and holds it out to Safrin, her expression open and expectant. "This hugely benefits Torchline, and of course it makes sense that people in the north would want easier access to a region you’ve made so blessed." The flattery slips into place without the slightest trace of shame; it’s true, after all, and there’s no reason truth shouldn’t be made to sparkle when the occasion calls for it.
"Besides," she adds, her grin turning a touch more persuasive, "I thought that since Dygra’s the only other female goddess, and she doesn’t compete with you for followers, putting a shrine to her all the way out here might be okay?"
"Okay, so—" Flora begins, then stops herself with a small shake of her head. "Actually, wait." Her grin brightens as the better idea occurs to her. What better use could there be for the power Safrin gave her than letting the goddess see the conversation for herself? Flora lifts one hand, and with a graceful sweep of her fingers, the air above the star-strewn sand shimmers into colour and movement. Her meeting with Danta unfolds between them, replaying the discussion aboard the Sugartide: the portal they want to establish between the Grounds and Torchline, the access it would offer both regions, and the shrine he’d asked to place in Torchline in return.
Once the memory fades, Flora reaches for one of the waiting goblets and holds it out to Safrin, her expression open and expectant. "This hugely benefits Torchline, and of course it makes sense that people in the north would want easier access to a region you’ve made so blessed." The flattery slips into place without the slightest trace of shame; it’s true, after all, and there’s no reason truth shouldn’t be made to sparkle when the occasion calls for it.
"Besides," she adds, her grin turning a touch more persuasive, "I thought that since Dygra’s the only other female goddess, and she doesn’t compete with you for followers, putting a shrine to her all the way out here might be okay?"
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
