flora
"Of course as soon as we move here it decides to stay cold for the first time ever." Flora complains in a sing-song voice. 'I wonder what caused it.' She adds, though nothing about her tone indicates that she is actually wondering about this. Instead, her eyes are on the treeline, looking for a ramphire.
With one arm looped effortlessly through Enzo's and their steps perfectly matched, Flora sighs dramatically against her counterpart as she leans her head against his shoulder. "I'm so glad you decided to move here too." Punctuating this sentiment with a squeeze of her fingers against his upper arm—have you been working out?—Flora's tone suddenly becomes much more genuine. "Especially with Vai gone, I just...I'm not sure I ever want to go back to the Greatwood, you know?" And he would, she was sure of it.
With one arm looped effortlessly through Enzo's and their steps perfectly matched, Flora sighs dramatically against her counterpart as she leans her head against his shoulder. "I'm so glad you decided to move here too." Punctuating this sentiment with a squeeze of her fingers against his upper arm—have you been working out?—Flora's tone suddenly becomes much more genuine. "Especially with Vai gone, I just...I'm not sure I ever want to go back to the Greatwood, you know?" And he would, she was sure of it.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
