we show off our different scarlet letters
Flora's first (and only) meeting with Neron sat encased firmly behind a rose-coloured veil in her thoughts. Like some fine artwork safely placed on a pedestal, Flora could gaze at the memory whenever she wanted. Over the months it had been transformed from a casual and pleasant evening to a fated and wonderous night of mystery and enchantment. So it was that as she finally found her way to the bar that the tall, dark blonde, and handsome man had mentioned he worked at (owned?), she felt far more nervous and excited than she really had any reason to.
Rather than being dressed elegantly with not an eyebrow hair out of place, today, after having trained with Darkeye, Flora looked far rougher around the edges with her hair tangled into a bun on the top of her head, wisps framing her face, and not an ounce of colour on her lips. Luckily, her youthful complexion added more than enough colour and life to her cheeks and eyes to make up for it.
Pushing open the door and still wondering about the strange name of the bar, Flora blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust, both trying instantly to catch sight of Neron, while looking cool and casual just the same.
Rather than being dressed elegantly with not an eyebrow hair out of place, today, after having trained with Darkeye, Flora looked far rougher around the edges with her hair tangled into a bun on the top of her head, wisps framing her face, and not an ounce of colour on her lips. Luckily, her youthful complexion added more than enough colour and life to her cheeks and eyes to make up for it.
Pushing open the door and still wondering about the strange name of the bar, Flora blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust, both trying instantly to catch sight of Neron, while looking cool and casual just the same.
