Flora
Beloved by the gods or not, no reply comes for the little girl's plea. Though perhaps in the days to come when Ronin returns with Kamaria as his new ward, Flora will realize that she had gotten an answer. It just wouldn't be one she liked.
Leaving the brooch after kissing her finger and placing it on the opalescent surface, Flora rises silently and glances toward the door. "Okay." She mumbles softly, feeling guilty and reluctant and very much regretting waking up this morning. Never before had she wanted her twin, or her father, or her mother as badly as she did now; instead what Flora had was a man who had possibly implied she was an itchy scab (that's how she would remember today, anyway).
'I'm ready, if you are.'
Leaving the brooch after kissing her finger and placing it on the opalescent surface, Flora rises silently and glances toward the door. "Okay." She mumbles softly, feeling guilty and reluctant and very much regretting waking up this morning. Never before had she wanted her twin, or her father, or her mother as badly as she did now; instead what Flora had was a man who had possibly implied she was an itchy scab (that's how she would remember today, anyway).
'I'm ready, if you are.'
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