Flora
'I mean...here's hoping no one dies?' Said with a laugh, there's still an air of seriousness in the undertones of Flora's voice. "I wonder if my dads will go." She muses, glancing in Phoebe's direction. Had the Nightengale been there when Aoife had died? It wasn't a story that was often retold and certainly not with any real detail, so she couldn't be sure.
'Oh my gods so cute!" The Doubletake remarks brightly of the demigodess's cottage. Of course, she'd expected nothing else, but still, she was utterly delighted. Looking around and becoming immediately distracted by the brilliant rubies on the table, the Doubletake makes her way over with her fingers already reaching to touch everything.
"Oooh, what if you did your hair like this.." Turning, she makes hand gestures to represent big curls tangling down toward Phoebe's shoulders. "Then you could have two braids like this.." Small braids across the top of her aunt's head like a headband, "..with a row of rubies in between? Super chic but not flashy, you know?"
'Oh my gods so cute!" The Doubletake remarks brightly of the demigodess's cottage. Of course, she'd expected nothing else, but still, she was utterly delighted. Looking around and becoming immediately distracted by the brilliant rubies on the table, the Doubletake makes her way over with her fingers already reaching to touch everything.
"Oooh, what if you did your hair like this.." Turning, she makes hand gestures to represent big curls tangling down toward Phoebe's shoulders. "Then you could have two braids like this.." Small braids across the top of her aunt's head like a headband, "..with a row of rubies in between? Super chic but not flashy, you know?"
