there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
And so off they go, and this time Ronin does wordlessly offer his hand out to the girl to protect her from the bumping and shoving of eager shoppers at the stalls. It doesn't take much for him to get the vase, and he's at a florists to collect the starry flowers when Flora pipes up again. This time it's enough to have the breath freezing in his lungs - it has been a while since he'd heard his daughter's name, especially in Torchline - and he is careful not to look at her when he replies.
"I think that's a very good idea," he murmurs. "I was going to go and say hello to her this evening, but perhaps we can both go now." She's not Flora's sister, not by blood, but blood isn't everything, and as much as Remi was Aoife's father, so is Flora her sibling. "What kind of flower do you think would be best? Aoife liked things that were bright and colourful."
"I think that's a very good idea," he murmurs. "I was going to go and say hello to her this evening, but perhaps we can both go now." She's not Flora's sister, not by blood, but blood isn't everything, and as much as Remi was Aoife's father, so is Flora her sibling. "What kind of flower do you think would be best? Aoife liked things that were bright and colourful."
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