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f l o r e n t i n e
Though she listens to Pan, Florentine’s gaze settles upon the horizon. The cool breeze rolling in off the sea is refreshing as it pushes the waves forward. Tracks in the sand trace the path she leads down to the shoreline. The tide washes across their path, pulling sand from beneath their feet and vanishing their tracks.
The playful sea breeze toys with the girl’s tangled mane, casting it this way and that, hiding the furrows of thought that mar her face. “I forget that you have been a foal for so long, that you were friends with my mother before me.” There is a hint of sadness in the wild girl’s voice. It is a melancholy tone her mother also once had for the boy who could never grow up with them.
“I know gods exist because I have seen them on our adventures. But I think of all the worlds where there were no gods and I am not sure why they are needed.”
The waves froth against her slender limbs, hissing and bubbling across the sand as they recede back towards the body of the sea. “We didn’t have gods at Rift, Pan. I am supposed to worship a goddess, Vespera, but I am not sure I can, or even want to.” Her voice is so hushed that even the whispers of the gentle tide is louder.
Her eyes flit about, as nervous as a bird whose freedom is threatened. She searches, with amethyst eyes, as if for salvation. A name draws her gaze back to Pan and fixes an amused smile upon her troubled lips. “I know Inkheart. She has been telling me all about Solis too, and Vespera.” Flora takes a breath, saddened by her following revelation. “I am not sure I came off too well.” Her smile turns rueful as her petals stir restlessly.
I don’t think you have to pick just one.
The dusk girl’s response is a strangled sound trapped between a laugh and a whine – it was a hard enough challenge to bring herself to pick one, let alone more. “I plan to go visit the temples and see what I make of them there. Have you visited the temples yet?”
@Pan
this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
The playful sea breeze toys with the girl’s tangled mane, casting it this way and that, hiding the furrows of thought that mar her face. “I forget that you have been a foal for so long, that you were friends with my mother before me.” There is a hint of sadness in the wild girl’s voice. It is a melancholy tone her mother also once had for the boy who could never grow up with them.
“I know gods exist because I have seen them on our adventures. But I think of all the worlds where there were no gods and I am not sure why they are needed.”
The waves froth against her slender limbs, hissing and bubbling across the sand as they recede back towards the body of the sea. “We didn’t have gods at Rift, Pan. I am supposed to worship a goddess, Vespera, but I am not sure I can, or even want to.” Her voice is so hushed that even the whispers of the gentle tide is louder.
Her eyes flit about, as nervous as a bird whose freedom is threatened. She searches, with amethyst eyes, as if for salvation. A name draws her gaze back to Pan and fixes an amused smile upon her troubled lips. “I know Inkheart. She has been telling me all about Solis too, and Vespera.” Flora takes a breath, saddened by her following revelation. “I am not sure I came off too well.” Her smile turns rueful as her petals stir restlessly.
I don’t think you have to pick just one.
The dusk girl’s response is a strangled sound trapped between a laugh and a whine – it was a hard enough challenge to bring herself to pick one, let alone more. “I plan to go visit the temples and see what I make of them there. Have you visited the temples yet?”
@Pan
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★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
