"You're so nice, Flora."
"I'm new to language, Master. Plants don't usually speak, you know?" Flora explained with a tilted head and a couple of blinks.
"Is that so?"
Seeing her act like this, Misho had already forgotten the odd way Jufri treated Flora.
"Mm." Flora nodded.
"All right. Let's go."
Misho led the way. Flora stuck close to him and held onto his finger. She was already an adult in appearance, exactly 18 years old, and yet she still acted like this. After what they had done last night, it was a huge contrast for Misho.
"How was your experience being a plant, Flora?" He asked as they walked under a treegrass that towered above them like a giant weed.
"Hmmm… It was nice, Master. I could listen to adventurers all day."
"Were they nice people?
"No. I don't like them."
"Really?"
"Then," Maia opened her mouth. "Why did you accept him as your father?"
"Father is…" Maia tilted her head. "The one who helped Flora get born and also gave Flora her name, right?"
