flora
Listen, when Frey had told her to practice with projectiles, Flora hadn't really thought that would be a big deal. You just..threw things, and in her short life, the girl had gotten good at that. Cups, dishes, pillows at Enzo's head...and yet, standing amidst the rainbow-coloured rocks, she was finding that regardless of what she aimed at, she couldn't hit a single thing.
Spinning around at the sound of Sunjata's voice, Flora gasps with unveiled shock. Not only was this the tallest man she was sure she'd ever seen in her life, but those scars? Those eyes? 'Oh.' She have moans to herself, before trying to fix her face into an expression of attractive coyness. "I was...uhm.." Glancing over her shoulder at the smattering of rocks and sticks, Flora frowns, before turning back. "..It's a thing for Frey." She adds over the sudden blast of water.
Spinning around at the sound of Sunjata's voice, Flora gasps with unveiled shock. Not only was this the tallest man she was sure she'd ever seen in her life, but those scars? Those eyes? 'Oh.' She have moans to herself, before trying to fix her face into an expression of attractive coyness. "I was...uhm.." Glancing over her shoulder at the smattering of rocks and sticks, Flora frowns, before turning back. "..It's a thing for Frey." She adds over the sudden blast of water.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
