flora
Flora all but holds her breath while Safrin considers, her fingers resting a little too carefully around the stem of her goblet. She’d compared the goddess to a cat when speaking to Melita, but never because she’d forgotten the claws. Safrin could be warm, indulgent, even playful when she chose, and still remain something far too powerful to provoke carelessly.
The moment the answer turns in her favour, relief leaves Flora in a soft rush. She takes a long drink of wine, no longer bothering to disguise how tightly she’d been wound, and lowers the goblet with a bright grin.
"One more quick thing?" Her expression shifts with the question, curiosity threading through the lingering excitement. "Melita mentioned Ludo going missing, and then something about the Dreamwalker’s antlers. I... actually have them in my dining room." Flora tilts her head, watching Safrin closely over the rim of her glass. "Is that the sort of thing we could do something with? She mentioned using them to walk through nightmares?"
The moment the answer turns in her favour, relief leaves Flora in a soft rush. She takes a long drink of wine, no longer bothering to disguise how tightly she’d been wound, and lowers the goblet with a bright grin.
"One more quick thing?" Her expression shifts with the question, curiosity threading through the lingering excitement. "Melita mentioned Ludo going missing, and then something about the Dreamwalker’s antlers. I... actually have them in my dining room." Flora tilts her head, watching Safrin closely over the rim of her glass. "Is that the sort of thing we could do something with? She mentioned using them to walk through nightmares?"
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
