anti-otp: Mickle/Florian

[queen_oracle]

The queen hath returned triumphant from either the Arctic or Antarctica, and, that being so, has presumably been away quite some time. Whether through magic or personal charm, she still has a few snowflakes in her hair that are stubbornly refusing to melt, even under the June sun.

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[moderatelymad]

Florian's walking by the side of the dirt road, with his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, all grey and mouse-brown among the summer green. He smiles a little when he sees her. "Good morning."

[queen_oracle]

"Florian!" She bounds over. "Morning."

[moderatelymad]

The smile broadens despite itself. "What have you been up to?"

[queen_oracle]

"Nothing. Travelling. Trying not to die of boredom," laughing, and the laugh is all over her.

[moderatelymad]

"Was there any danger?" amused.

[queen_oracle]

"Oo, yes. It's awful here. People just sit around getting turned into things and dying, and that's all."