flora
"Breaking?" Flora wonders, spinning on her toe to flash him a smile before turning her back to him once more. "What's broken? I don't see anything broken." Making a show of scanning the empty tavern, Flora shrugs her shoulders. "Besides, I heard that the gin here is brewed from botanicals found only in the Cordillera. You have to fight dragons just to get near the ingredients, and then once it's all made, it's left to cool and stew beneath a waterfall." So saying, Flora has opted to heave herself up and over the bar rather than opening the half-door.
Popping up with a bottle of something the colour of faded blue sea-glass, Flora waggles her eyebrows. 'Unless you aren't a gin man in which case there's probably some wine around here...' There was, but certainly it wouldn't be as refreshing. Inside the bottle the gin seemed to sparkle despite the magical twilit hush of the room. As it turned out Remi had added a bit of what had formerly made his stars glow to the liquid, once he'd devised a way to make it non-toxic, of course. Flora just thought it looked pretty.
Popping up with a bottle of something the colour of faded blue sea-glass, Flora waggles her eyebrows. 'Unless you aren't a gin man in which case there's probably some wine around here...' There was, but certainly it wouldn't be as refreshing. Inside the bottle the gin seemed to sparkle despite the magical twilit hush of the room. As it turned out Remi had added a bit of what had formerly made his stars glow to the liquid, once he'd devised a way to make it non-toxic, of course. Flora just thought it looked pretty.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
