[se] swept by the wind

Cordelia

The Attuned was tempted to argue again, but it would only add fuel to the fire. Besides, there were better ways to get him to drop that specific line of conversation. It was easy to say something so offhandedly, knowing that Deimos wouldn't be interested in the intricate details of her and Noah's relationship. She imagined it was much like hearing about one's siblings relations with their significant other. Cordelia knew that Deimos was happy for them. Otherwise he wouldn't tease her so much. So easily. This was typical of him and something that she'd come to expect. Truthfully, the hunter would rather miss it if he didn't do it.

With a smirk and a snort of laughter at his clear disinterest in any further details, Cordelia brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder as she did so in a playful push. It wasn't until he pointed out some flowers that she skipped ahead, kneeling down to more closely examine them. Her brows drew together, a finger reaching out to brush carefully along the petals. "Tulips." The Attuned murmured, a smile curling on her lips as she looked back at Deimos, nodding.

"These are good. I'm pretty sure they grow in solid colors too, but these are mixed. That's rather interesting, no?" Anything green and lush and growing was of interest to her. It wasn't often that she was surrounded by this kind of life.

Say something, something like you love me
Less you want to move away from the noise of this place