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"Totally. Just..not too early." Flora isn't planning on letting the night go quite yet, and given that she's into Remi's gin nearly 1/4 of the way herself, she doesn't plan on waking up until the sun is at least midway over Torchline.
"Yeah...He was..." Wistfully, because how else could she be? Flora smiles and nods. 'Enzo." It's the only word she'll ever say with the flair of the Travelling Tongue, and gods if his name doesn't roll painfully easily over her lips. "My dad called down Mort so that we could all say goodbye to him properly." Flora adds, and though this is infinitely more than most people get, gods if it hadn't been nearly enough. When your dad was a demigod you expected more than just the world handed to you: you expected to skirt death, or at least defy it. The realization that Remi couldn't provide that had been a blow Flora had never quite recovered from. "I promised to live a life worthy of the both of us, so...I guess that's what I'm trying to do."
"Yeah...He was..." Wistfully, because how else could she be? Flora smiles and nods. 'Enzo." It's the only word she'll ever say with the flair of the Travelling Tongue, and gods if his name doesn't roll painfully easily over her lips. "My dad called down Mort so that we could all say goodbye to him properly." Flora adds, and though this is infinitely more than most people get, gods if it hadn't been nearly enough. When your dad was a demigod you expected more than just the world handed to you: you expected to skirt death, or at least defy it. The realization that Remi couldn't provide that had been a blow Flora had never quite recovered from. "I promised to live a life worthy of the both of us, so...I guess that's what I'm trying to do."
