[ooc: i'll save you the trouble of looking; unless nuada has a great sense of smell to tell the difference, flora reads as human without her wings.
By all rights she ought to have remained where she was and relaxed. Things have been incredibly tiring on her as of late, but it could be that her friends have wandered, if they even arrived here. If they aren't, well, she's already eaten. She'd prefer not to remain a space where she knows her friends aren't for today.
Besides, why she can't think of Caer Glaem as a home, she's come to be a little fond of it and it feels like it's been an age where she could simply walk the halls.
She entertains going to the courtyard to see the flowers, both the ones that have always been and the ones she's planted, when she sees someone she hasn't, before. That is reason enough to smile for her.]
Ah, good evening, my lord. Are you newly-arrived?
[She doesn't let it on in great amounts, but she is curious about this stranger and how she might be able to place him, if she even can.]
omg nuaaada
By all rights she ought to have remained where she was and relaxed. Things have been incredibly tiring on her as of late, but it could be that her friends have wandered, if they even arrived here. If they aren't, well, she's already eaten. She'd prefer not to remain a space where she knows her friends aren't for today.
Besides, why she can't think of Caer Glaem as a home, she's come to be a little fond of it and it feels like it's been an age where she could simply walk the halls.
She entertains going to the courtyard to see the flowers, both the ones that have always been and the ones she's planted, when she sees someone she hasn't, before. That is reason enough to smile for her.]
Ah, good evening, my lord. Are you newly-arrived?
[She doesn't let it on in great amounts, but she is curious about this stranger and how she might be able to place him, if she even can.]