@intoheart ( starter call! )
As much as she had hoped to be able to move on from the recent events in her homeworld, this place had a different idea. The very thing that caused her so much misery had been brought here and was very quickly destroyed with help. ...But was that what she wanted? What she needed? Even after getting the slight relief of helping to destroy that fortress... it didn’t really help her. And it’s obviously having an effect, and not just through her and her sudden lack of communication for a couple days.
Turnip’s drawings couldn’t be so ignored anymore. It did confuse her as to why they were drawing it, however... she hadn’t programmed them yet to be able to understand simple things like conflict; that would come in its own time. But even the robot didn’t seem aware of those concepts quite yet; didn’t understand the fear that should come from something like that. Still quite innocent on those grounds. There had to be a reason they kept on handing these to her whenever they finished... was that their subtle way of trying to get her to do something about it?
It would be rather hard to tell Flora to talk to someone if they couldn’t even talk or write cohesively! A work in progress, one hindered while the robot waited for its creator to feel better.
But Flora wasn’t stupid or naive about what had happened. If she had experienced witnessing something she didn’t want to see again, chances are likely that those she cared about did too. Including the very person, she wanted to discuss this with. So this conversation couldn’t just be about her now... she wouldn’t allow it to go down that path. Both of them needed a chance to talk, and she really didn’t want to be the first one to open up. How does one begin to explain the concept of being held prisoner in a mobile fortress with who you thought was the future version of a friend turned out to be a complete stranger?
Right when she thought the other aspects of her life were weird enough, too.
So, she had been standing outside the door trying to work up the courage to actually walk in the room. Turnip had come with her to stand with her for... some sort of encouragement, but she had been very adamant about them not getting involved in the conversation. This was going to be quite personal, and she didn’t want Turnip to learn about those things just yet. After a couple of minutes of silence between the two simply staring at each other, Flora finally motioned for the robot to be on their way to do something.
With slight hesitation, hand knocked on the door a couple times before stepping in, head peeking around the corner to make sure she wasn’t interrupting something more important. “ Athena? “ Stepping away from the door and closing it behind her, hands clasped together to nervously fiddle with fingers. “ Can we talk? “