Flora
The offering of his hand, casual and thoughtless as it probably was, has Flora's heart thundering in her chest. Was this...was this what it felt like to be okay? Or...was this more like a test? Were her palms sweaty? Was she holding his hand too tightly, like a baby? But if she loosened it, would he think she didn't want to hold his hand? Such were her thoughts as they moved through the busy market.
'Okay.' She agrees, smiling to herself; too young to sense the ice in Ronin's chest or the murmur of his tone, she chalks this away as another good suggestion on her part. 'Oh, did she? What about...orange and yellow. Everything around here is so blue, maybe she would like the contrast." Flora suggests, though her upturned eyes suggest that at the slightest hesitation from Ronin, she'll change her answer to something he might find more fitting.
'Okay.' She agrees, smiling to herself; too young to sense the ice in Ronin's chest or the murmur of his tone, she chalks this away as another good suggestion on her part. 'Oh, did she? What about...orange and yellow. Everything around here is so blue, maybe she would like the contrast." Flora suggests, though her upturned eyes suggest that at the slightest hesitation from Ronin, she'll change her answer to something he might find more fitting.
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