candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Should Flora be in the Hollowed Grounds? I mean, maybe not, but also, who cares? She wasn't her father or Ronin; Flora herself had never done anything to the ascended and frankly didn't really care much about the whole war situation other than how it was going to affect her social life. So, strolling through the Grounds on her way to try and find Neron at that bar he'd mentioned, she ended up passing the Barracks where a rather small man was currently tossing around some axes.
The axes, while not entirely like her feathers, were not unlike her feathers, either.
"Hey!" Waving a hand covered in shiny rings, Flora strolled into the training grounds. "Can you show me how to do that?" She asked, nodding towards his axes. "I have these, but--" Pulling out her three magical feathers, the girl twirled them between her fingers before throwing one towards a target and missing completely. With a sigh, she magically recalled it back to her hand. "--I'm not very good."
The axes, while not entirely like her feathers, were not unlike her feathers, either.
"Hey!" Waving a hand covered in shiny rings, Flora strolled into the training grounds. "Can you show me how to do that?" She asked, nodding towards his axes. "I have these, but--" Pulling out her three magical feathers, the girl twirled them between her fingers before throwing one towards a target and missing completely. With a sigh, she magically recalled it back to her hand. "--I'm not very good."
