flora
So, ever since Isla had mentioned that she'd have expected Remi to put some sort of failsafe or backup plan or whatever into the removal of his memories of Isla, Flora had been thinking. Maybe scheming was a better word for it, but really, who cares?
Wanting to soak up the last few remaining warm midnights before Torchline started to cool off, it was well past the Doubletake's bedtime when she strolled toward Safrin's beach-front shrine. With her toes bare and trailing through the bioluminescent glow on the shoreline, she'd brought with her two glasses and a bottle of her best gin as an offering.
"Hey girl," She said as if hailing an old friend. Sitting cross-legged on the sand and smoothing out a place to rest the glasses and the bottle, she filled both before looking up into the cosmic brightness overhead. "I have a little...something to run by you."
Wanting to soak up the last few remaining warm midnights before Torchline started to cool off, it was well past the Doubletake's bedtime when she strolled toward Safrin's beach-front shrine. With her toes bare and trailing through the bioluminescent glow on the shoreline, she'd brought with her two glasses and a bottle of her best gin as an offering.
"Hey girl," She said as if hailing an old friend. Sitting cross-legged on the sand and smoothing out a place to rest the glasses and the bottle, she filled both before looking up into the cosmic brightness overhead. "I have a little...something to run by you."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
