Flora
'Just so long as you give me a dramatic death!' Flora trills. She will haunt Mateo until the day he dies if she drowned and he told the world that she couldn't swim and died in a puddle of water or something equally embarrassing.
'Hurt?' Frowning and sipping in a sympathetic breath, Flora twists her head as if a different perspective might let her see the goldfish's wound. Mateo leaves (does Flora hope that his bag has been taken, if only so he loses his shoes? A little. But nevermind), and when he returns, he'll find his sister has been using a few flat rocks to try and corral the golden creature in place. 'But if it's hurt maybe it came here to try and rest?' She counters, though it's without much enthusiasm. Like Mateo, Flora is more interested in..well, flora. Doing as he has instructed though, she carefully tries to scoop up the fish into the net while leaving it all submerged.
"Can you channel? See if Frey can heal it?"
'Hurt?' Frowning and sipping in a sympathetic breath, Flora twists her head as if a different perspective might let her see the goldfish's wound. Mateo leaves (does Flora hope that his bag has been taken, if only so he loses his shoes? A little. But nevermind), and when he returns, he'll find his sister has been using a few flat rocks to try and corral the golden creature in place. 'But if it's hurt maybe it came here to try and rest?' She counters, though it's without much enthusiasm. Like Mateo, Flora is more interested in..well, flora. Doing as he has instructed though, she carefully tries to scoop up the fish into the net while leaving it all submerged.
"Can you channel? See if Frey can heal it?"
