Aw, it could be worse. Also do you seriously want me to make you some pretend magic food so you can pretend feed my magic pony because we can do that if you're really set on it.
nah i'll just find some other way to make friends! (what's a pony though, is that another word for horse?)
i heard through my other friend that the deer meat here actually tastes okay once you cook it! shouldn't be too hard to hunt some down. thouuuugh i also heard we shouldn't go into the woods by ourselves. apparently there's spooky magic stuff in there.
haha a baby chocobo is just a chocobo chick! though chickiebo is super cute and i'm gonna start calling all of them that from now on.
and yeah that's noct! he's my best friend. also he hates vegetables so i honestly don't know how he's survived this long on just stuff from the garden, just goes to show iggy's some kind of mastermind genius when it comes to everything.
Well, I will eat all of the potatoes he's not eating, for sure. Nothing wrong with a good potato. When I first got here this one guy gave me his purple potato fries and I almost cried.
Also technically if we both go into the woods together then neither one of us is going in alone. Technically.
[And wouldn't you know it, Prompto is going to be in for a surprise whenever he shows up at the well and discovers that his mysterious Prince Who Was Promised is in fact the same fantastical stranger who bailed him out of the well on day one, black cloak and red hair and all.]
[He stares, pointing, then laughs a little and smooths down his hair instead.]
You know, I never did get your actual name, Flor. Like, I kinda figured my new princely friend was a girl, but I didn't realize you'd be a girl I knew. Why didn't you say anything?
[Prompto rubs a knuckle above his upper lip, kind of embarrassed.]
Oh, right. Yeah, I...um. It's...kind of a long story.
[Being dodgy is so much easier over text than it is in person. Which isn't to say that she couldn't still do it in person, but it's...weirdly hard to be dodgy with Prompto. He's too reminiscent of those boys she used to know. He's too reminiscent of home.
He's too nice to her, without any apparent ulterior motive. And without her life on the line, there's no pressing reason to take advantage of him.]
I usually just let people call me whatever they want. I don't really mind answering to whatever anybody comes up with. But I, um.
[She motions with one arm, making her black cloak billow and sweep, and it's just as difficult to look at and overtly magical as ever.]
It's not synonymous with "evil". Just with a certain kind of magic. The kind of magic that tends to make people decide they'd rather see you dead or under their thumb than, y'know, doing your own thing. You follow me?
Ummmm. Mostly, I guess? What kind of magic is that?
[Sure, normally Prompto would react to such a reveal, but also, he's spent the last five years in close contact with Lucian godsdamned nobles, the most dramatic goth fuckers in the universe.
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