[Her wings perk up at the compliment, much like a dog's ears do when it's happy.]
Thanks, Kido, so are you.
[She says it too easily for it to be anything but the truth. She takes Kido's hand. There's a purple glow around them that lasts all of a moment, and they're suddenly not at the Hold, but somewhere else.]
We're here.
[With another glow, Flora's wings disappear and she's back to wearing what she was, before. "Here" is what seems to be the cross between a kitchen, café, and living room. There are a few sets of tables for two in the space, as well as a large one, but there are also couches and love seats against the wall, as well as a display case filled with teapots, cups, and plates. On the ceiling hang lamps shaped like flowers that are barely open. The walls are painted in a pale pink, and everything is very, very clean and neat. The result is a space that is catered to serve more than a handful of people, while still being very cozy, warm, and welcoming.
Oh, right, and there are a few plants. Here and there.
Anyone that truly knows her might realise that she's actually exercised a modicum of self-control, however. There are vases on all the tables, what seems to be rows and rows of flower and plant boxes against a wall, a large planter growing something that is just shy of brushing the ceiling....
See? Not so bad.
Overall, such a calm, but lively place seems to bee at odds with the largely impoverished desolation of Exsilium. Almost like it's not even a part of it.]
The bedroom and bathroom's upstairs. We can head there now, but I thought you might like something to drink and get settled in, first.
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Thanks, Kido, so are you.
[She says it too easily for it to be anything but the truth. She takes Kido's hand. There's a purple glow around them that lasts all of a moment, and they're suddenly not at the Hold, but somewhere else.]
We're here.
[With another glow, Flora's wings disappear and she's back to wearing what she was, before. "Here" is what seems to be the cross between a kitchen, café, and living room. There are a few sets of tables for two in the space, as well as a large one, but there are also couches and love seats against the wall, as well as a display case filled with teapots, cups, and plates. On the ceiling hang lamps shaped like flowers that are barely open. The walls are painted in a pale pink, and everything is very, very clean and neat. The result is a space that is catered to serve more than a handful of people, while still being very cozy, warm, and welcoming.
Oh, right, and there are a few plants. Here and there.
Anyone that truly knows her might realise that she's actually exercised a modicum of self-control, however. There are vases on all the tables, what seems to be rows and rows of flower and plant boxes against a wall, a large planter growing something that is just shy of brushing the ceiling....
See? Not so bad.
Overall, such a calm, but lively place seems to bee at odds with the largely impoverished desolation of Exsilium. Almost like it's not even a part of it.]
The bedroom and bathroom's upstairs. We can head there now, but I thought you might like something to drink and get settled in, first.