flora
Honestly, being a good people leader was all about finding what was most needed and wanted and doing your best to supply it. Of course in King's End that was made all the more obvious given the limited resources presently available and if Flora had learned one thing from the Hanged Man, it was that almost no one turned down a free drink.
Reaching out a hand to flick the ear of a man who had been doing little else than eye-fucking her mother for the past few minutes, Flora loudly cleared her throat and crossed her arms that he might get the fuck back to work.
"Mmmm, maybe a bit more this way?' Pointing, Flora nudges one of the stones with her toe, making the most immaterial change possible, while fluttering her lashes in doe-eyed appreciation. "Omg, perf." She trills, eyebrows waggling with sugary gratitude.
Flora "helps" the stone team.
Reaching out a hand to flick the ear of a man who had been doing little else than eye-fucking her mother for the past few minutes, Flora loudly cleared her throat and crossed her arms that he might get the fuck back to work.
"Mmmm, maybe a bit more this way?' Pointing, Flora nudges one of the stones with her toe, making the most immaterial change possible, while fluttering her lashes in doe-eyed appreciation. "Omg, perf." She trills, eyebrows waggling with sugary gratitude.
Flora "helps" the stone team.
let me taste your silhouette
