Flora
"Old bones?" Flora parrots, looking adorably befuddled as she reaches for Ronin's hand and continues to hold it even once she's up. "I think maybe we should be boring and take the stairs. Clearly, I need the practice." Playfully said, the young girl glances up shyly to see if her joke has landed at all.
'I guess I should be more careful. It's just...everyone else is always running about and doing things, and I guess I just thought...' Shrugging her shoulders and twitching her lips from side to side like some sort of mouse, the girl looks carefully at the path before them. "I know I'm not a Taliesin, but I thought maybe if I was more like Mateo, then..." Then you'd love me, goes unsaid, supplemented instead with, "-then I'd fit in better."
'I guess I should be more careful. It's just...everyone else is always running about and doing things, and I guess I just thought...' Shrugging her shoulders and twitching her lips from side to side like some sort of mouse, the girl looks carefully at the path before them. "I know I'm not a Taliesin, but I thought maybe if I was more like Mateo, then..." Then you'd love me, goes unsaid, supplemented instead with, "-then I'd fit in better."
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