Flora
Flora isn't convinced, but nor does she want to talk about shoes anymore. They've both put them in different places, so it's up to the fates now.
"Not necessarily." Flora counters, always needing to argue. "It could have just been passing through. Maybe it slept here long enough to..you know..poop and then went on." So there, Mateo. At her brother's bright call, Flora just calls back over her shoulder: "I don't know what that meeeaaannss." Even though it was abundantly obvious from his tone.
As her brother's shadow darkens the water, Flora is about to frown at him before he names the sparkling bit of yellow moving slowly over the rocks. "Awwww." Leaning down such that the hem of her dress dips into the water, Flora tries to corral the creature between her hands. It looks injured, maybe, but it's still fast enough to slip through her small fingers. "Hey!"
"Not necessarily." Flora counters, always needing to argue. "It could have just been passing through. Maybe it slept here long enough to..you know..poop and then went on." So there, Mateo. At her brother's bright call, Flora just calls back over her shoulder: "I don't know what that meeeaaannss." Even though it was abundantly obvious from his tone.
As her brother's shadow darkens the water, Flora is about to frown at him before he names the sparkling bit of yellow moving slowly over the rocks. "Awwww." Leaning down such that the hem of her dress dips into the water, Flora tries to corral the creature between her hands. It looks injured, maybe, but it's still fast enough to slip through her small fingers. "Hey!"
