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f l o r e n t i n e
A part of the golden girl relaxes when the stranger confirms that she has not come for business talks. Flora was never one for business, it was boring, and if the persistently ‘angsty’ look upon her father’s face (when he was king) was anything to go by, then the girl would forever steer clear of politics. Whilst being a princess had its fair share of perks, there was an awful lot of tedium and required decorum. Some she was happy with but it didn’t half get in the way of adventures.
Her thoughts drift to a boy she had stumbled across in the low light of dawn. He longed to be a scholar. Poor sausage, little did he know.
Flora returns her gaze from the hazy Terrastella landscape and fixes it upon the casual interloper. “That is a relief. I am no good at business and know even less about the Dawn Court than I do about the stars in the sky.” A wing extends, up and up to point at the low light of the blinking stars.
Inkheart ploughs on with talks of religion and beliefs and… “Ah!” Florentine exclaims her cool smile just about dampening the inner leap of excitement she had about being able to answer a question at last.
“Rannveig is our monarch,” Florentine relays knowingly. “She is really quite pretty, very driven and inclined to some quite rousing speeches.” The young girl pauses, her head tilting and her flowers fluttering in the evening breeze. “It seems I knew more than I thought.” Her lips curve into an impish smile and she peers back to Inkheart.
“I know gravely little about my Court and you seem to be nosey enough to know a bit about all the others. So how about this: I could take you on a tour and exploration of Terrastella and you can tell me what you know about the other Courts?” If Inkheart had taken offence at being called nosey, then maybe she would have taken comfort in the fact that Flora’s smile remains sweet and her eyes bright. There was no insult intended, for Flora would be the first one to call herself nosey and would even go so far as to view it as a good trait to be in possession of…
Slender limbs begin to carry the flower girl forwards and she peers back at Inkheart curiously. “Will you join me, Firefly?” Her eyes drop to settle upon that warm glow radiating from the other girl’s ebony chest. “I am Florentine, by the way. But you can call me Flora.” Then, without missing a beat, “Now, tell me, you mentioned religions – I presume there are gods too then? Is there just one, or more…? Are they nice or rude? Who is the best, in your opinion? -” And long will the questions continue, unless Inkheart decides to stop their flow…
@Inkheart
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
Her thoughts drift to a boy she had stumbled across in the low light of dawn. He longed to be a scholar. Poor sausage, little did he know.
Flora returns her gaze from the hazy Terrastella landscape and fixes it upon the casual interloper. “That is a relief. I am no good at business and know even less about the Dawn Court than I do about the stars in the sky.” A wing extends, up and up to point at the low light of the blinking stars.
Inkheart ploughs on with talks of religion and beliefs and… “Ah!” Florentine exclaims her cool smile just about dampening the inner leap of excitement she had about being able to answer a question at last.
“Rannveig is our monarch,” Florentine relays knowingly. “She is really quite pretty, very driven and inclined to some quite rousing speeches.” The young girl pauses, her head tilting and her flowers fluttering in the evening breeze. “It seems I knew more than I thought.” Her lips curve into an impish smile and she peers back to Inkheart.
“I know gravely little about my Court and you seem to be nosey enough to know a bit about all the others. So how about this: I could take you on a tour and exploration of Terrastella and you can tell me what you know about the other Courts?” If Inkheart had taken offence at being called nosey, then maybe she would have taken comfort in the fact that Flora’s smile remains sweet and her eyes bright. There was no insult intended, for Flora would be the first one to call herself nosey and would even go so far as to view it as a good trait to be in possession of…
Slender limbs begin to carry the flower girl forwards and she peers back at Inkheart curiously. “Will you join me, Firefly?” Her eyes drop to settle upon that warm glow radiating from the other girl’s ebony chest. “I am Florentine, by the way. But you can call me Flora.” Then, without missing a beat, “Now, tell me, you mentioned religions – I presume there are gods too then? Is there just one, or more…? Are they nice or rude? Who is the best, in your opinion? -” And long will the questions continue, unless Inkheart decides to stop their flow…
@Inkheart
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★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
