walk me home in the dead of night
Flora's confidence, whether earned or stolen from her parents, didn't leave her as Safrin arrived, nor did it waver at the goddess' words. Instead, the Doubletake merely shrugged and raised a slightly crooked smile toward the deity. "That was politics." Shaking the last of Remi's blood onto the feathers, the girl sits back. "This is personal. Or, at least the reasons you seem to dislike my father are personal. And giving you the satisfaction of seeing his blood spilled isn't hurting him, sooooo..." Well aware of Safrin's abilities to read minds (could all the heralds do that?), the Doubletake thought it best not to mince words.
Was she toeing the line between Safrin and her Father? Yes. Was she trying to appease both in an effort to get what she wanted? Also yes.
Flora could only hope that Safrin would appreciate the gesture for what it was.
Seeing the daggers shift and smoke saw the Doubletake momentarily holding her breath, as if breathing in the air might be poisonous. Waiting until everything simmered, she reached tentatively for one of the daggers. "Thank you, Safrin." She said warmly, before collecting the other two daggers.
So saying, Flora nodded a final time, knowing better than to keep the gods tangled in idle conversation.
~FIN
Was she toeing the line between Safrin and her Father? Yes. Was she trying to appease both in an effort to get what she wanted? Also yes.
Flora could only hope that Safrin would appreciate the gesture for what it was.
Seeing the daggers shift and smoke saw the Doubletake momentarily holding her breath, as if breathing in the air might be poisonous. Waiting until everything simmered, she reached tentatively for one of the daggers. "Thank you, Safrin." She said warmly, before collecting the other two daggers.
So saying, Flora nodded a final time, knowing better than to keep the gods tangled in idle conversation.
~FIN
