walk me home in the dead of night
"Oohhhhkay." Flora replies sounding youthful in the way she drew out her agreement in a sing-song tone. Glancing sharply over her shoulder towards the docks, the girl frowns at the water and the voices within. "Wh-?" Brows furrowed, Flora takes her cue from Darkeye and those around who don't seem particularly worried. "Where is that sound coming from?" She wonders, hurrying after the blacksmith.
Once inside the pub, Flora smoothes down her hair, then her shirt, before finally fussing with the pockets of her pants. It was out of nervousness more than any concern about her outfit choice—this was Flora after all, of course she looked perfect—but something in Darkeye's tone had suggested...well, that bad news was on the horizon.
Still, plastering on a smile, she takes a seat in one of the booths, trying not to look overly hard behind the bar for where Neron should be. "Sooooo?" She hums, still smiling.
Once inside the pub, Flora smoothes down her hair, then her shirt, before finally fussing with the pockets of her pants. It was out of nervousness more than any concern about her outfit choice—this was Flora after all, of course she looked perfect—but something in Darkeye's tone had suggested...well, that bad news was on the horizon.
Still, plastering on a smile, she takes a seat in one of the booths, trying not to look overly hard behind the bar for where Neron should be. "Sooooo?" She hums, still smiling.
