flora
Graves dot many a hillside bearing Flora Kaliesin's name, Mateo, and she's happy to add yet another. Mmmphing her victory with regard to Stormbreak, she can only shrug. "What's that they say about talk?" She asks, as if searching for the answer. Coming to it with a dramatic gesture, she fixes her gaze back on her sibling. "Oh right, it's cheap."
Glancing in the direction Mateo was looking, where the city suddenly jut up recklessly into the air, Flora just sniffs as if to say so what? though wisely didn't try and argue the point. "Mmm? Oh, just meeting some friends on the beach later." She says of her Get-Away-From-Mateo prop. 'But I'm early, so...' Clearing her throat, Flora swallows and seems to weigh her options. Though this was all rather abrupt, she found herself wanting to linger at Mateo's side, if only to figure out what sort of game he was trying to play.
"..want to walk through the market? I have a little time."
Glancing in the direction Mateo was looking, where the city suddenly jut up recklessly into the air, Flora just sniffs as if to say so what? though wisely didn't try and argue the point. "Mmm? Oh, just meeting some friends on the beach later." She says of her Get-Away-From-Mateo prop. 'But I'm early, so...' Clearing her throat, Flora swallows and seems to weigh her options. Though this was all rather abrupt, she found herself wanting to linger at Mateo's side, if only to figure out what sort of game he was trying to play.
"..want to walk through the market? I have a little time."
what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more
me want you more
