candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
'Ew no. We never had rain or plummeting temperatures like this. Not deep in the woods anyways. The trees always kept everything pretty even." This last sentiment is said with a touch of pride, as if the protection of the trees was meant just for her.
"Ooh, I guess something in here is a little too hot then, mmmm?" Flora purrs, her melancholy sharply transitioning into flirtation before sliding right back as she gazes at the oven with a sigh. "They aren't just cakes. They're...special. And my stupid brother said he would help me with it but he's off doing gods know what, and ugh!." Picking up the recipe again and trying to keep her nostrils from flaring, Flora pushes back a strand of blonde hair succeeding only in painting it white with flour.
{sasy}"They're for the stupid Liat Fux festival or whatever, but that's where my baby sister who I never got to meet was killed and so I just wanted this to be nice." Flora admits with a shocking amount of easy honesty as her shoulders slump.
"Ooh, I guess something in here is a little too hot then, mmmm?" Flora purrs, her melancholy sharply transitioning into flirtation before sliding right back as she gazes at the oven with a sigh. "They aren't just cakes. They're...special. And my stupid brother said he would help me with it but he's off doing gods know what, and ugh!." Picking up the recipe again and trying to keep her nostrils from flaring, Flora pushes back a strand of blonde hair succeeding only in painting it white with flour.
{sasy}"They're for the stupid Liat Fux festival or whatever, but that's where my baby sister who I never got to meet was killed and so I just wanted this to be nice." Flora admits with a shocking amount of easy honesty as her shoulders slump.
