flora
"You're—" The girl tries to quiet the fluttering of butterflies and birds in her stomach as Sunjata nears. Looking at him with renewed interest, Flora's aqua eyes scan the scarring on his face (gods but he makes them look good), and the remarkable steel of his eyes. "Of course you are." She chuckles as if he'd been wearing a t-shirt that said as much. "Gods, you smell amazing." Flora adds, and as the words leave her mouth, she flushes and hides her mouth behind one of her hands.
"Yes." Flora says with a laugh. "Both, I suppose? I asked Frey for daggers to throw and so they said I needed to practice first." Glancing at the array of sticks and stones in time to see one lift up, held in a watery embrace. 'Okay show off.' She chuckles brightly.
"Why don't you give me a target and I'll see if I can hit it?"
"Yes." Flora says with a laugh. "Both, I suppose? I asked Frey for daggers to throw and so they said I needed to practice first." Glancing at the array of sticks and stones in time to see one lift up, held in a watery embrace. 'Okay show off.' She chuckles brightly.
"Why don't you give me a target and I'll see if I can hit it?"
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
