your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora’s attention lifts as Spice immediately decides she can’t possibly let Sila have the sky to herself. The little dragon twists into a tight spiral, then throws herself through two quick loops with an icy trill that carries brightly over the beach, every movement exaggerated for the benefit of her new audience. Flora watches her for a moment with a helpless grin before looking back down at the sand and nudging another bottle toward the sled with the side of her foot.
"Yeah, I mean, short of having Safrin come in and walk through my house with me, I guess." The image makes her snicker, mostly because she can already imagine the goddess’s expression upon being asked to identify which pieces of Flora’s décor are merely pretty and which might someday be required to save someone from a nightmare. At Melita’s suggestion, though, her brows lift with genuine interest. "Honestly, that’s probably not a bad idea. I could make it a whole Torchline event, and then people could sell all the stuff they don’t want at the same time." An appraisal fair crossed with a market day sounds exactly chaotic enough to work, and Flora files it away with considerably more seriousness than she’d expected to give something called Inspect Your Loot Day.
Melita’s plans for the dream sand earn a grin rather than surprise, Flora bending to collect another cup while her friend predictably turns a potentially magical experience into an interrogation method. "Orrr," she begins, stretching the word as she straightens and lifting her brows with an innocent little shrug, "it could be a super cute date idea." She delivers it casually, fully aware that pushing too directly into Melita’s personal life is one of the fastest ways to make the Honeybee reach for either deflection or explosives. "You could have a picnic anywhere, and then suddenly you’re under a waterfall where you never get wet, or flying through the stars, or whatever."
Flora tosses the cup onto the sled before casting Melita a sideways glance, another loose shrug making the suggestion seem far less pointed than it is. "Cooould be pretty romantic."
"Yeah, I mean, short of having Safrin come in and walk through my house with me, I guess." The image makes her snicker, mostly because she can already imagine the goddess’s expression upon being asked to identify which pieces of Flora’s décor are merely pretty and which might someday be required to save someone from a nightmare. At Melita’s suggestion, though, her brows lift with genuine interest. "Honestly, that’s probably not a bad idea. I could make it a whole Torchline event, and then people could sell all the stuff they don’t want at the same time." An appraisal fair crossed with a market day sounds exactly chaotic enough to work, and Flora files it away with considerably more seriousness than she’d expected to give something called Inspect Your Loot Day.
Melita’s plans for the dream sand earn a grin rather than surprise, Flora bending to collect another cup while her friend predictably turns a potentially magical experience into an interrogation method. "Orrr," she begins, stretching the word as she straightens and lifting her brows with an innocent little shrug, "it could be a super cute date idea." She delivers it casually, fully aware that pushing too directly into Melita’s personal life is one of the fastest ways to make the Honeybee reach for either deflection or explosives. "You could have a picnic anywhere, and then suddenly you’re under a waterfall where you never get wet, or flying through the stars, or whatever."
Flora tosses the cup onto the sled before casting Melita a sideways glance, another loose shrug making the suggestion seem far less pointed than it is. "Cooould be pretty romantic."
