walk me home in the dead of night
'I know what you mean.' Flora says with a wistful smile, reaching up to gently investigate the growth in her hair. 'I hate when people just...talk because they think they're supposed to.' She adds with a small shrug.
Watching Frey reach out, the girl nearly says something about how Talyson didn't want the treeflit to be hurt, when oop, it either disappears or is transmuted into the ring, or gods knew what else. 'Thank you.' Stretching out her hand with a wry smile, she waggles her fingers so that the deity might put the ring on her finger, bridle style.
"Tal helped." Flora mumbles, inspecting the ring. "He says he's a follower of yours, but I think he's also trying to bone my mom, so..." She shrugs. Double motive, she guesses.
"Thanks Frey. You're a peach."
~FIN
Watching Frey reach out, the girl nearly says something about how Talyson didn't want the treeflit to be hurt, when oop, it either disappears or is transmuted into the ring, or gods knew what else. 'Thank you.' Stretching out her hand with a wry smile, she waggles her fingers so that the deity might put the ring on her finger, bridle style.
"Tal helped." Flora mumbles, inspecting the ring. "He says he's a follower of yours, but I think he's also trying to bone my mom, so..." She shrugs. Double motive, she guesses.
"Thanks Frey. You're a peach."
~FIN
