<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flora Blake</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Just smile and wave...</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>"Satyrs you mean like Pan from Midsummer's Night Dream?" At hearing Dante was in a accident she checked to see if he had any noticeable injuries, the odd urge to ask if was okay suddenly formed but she held back. As Dante wondered over to the girl, Flora stayed a few steps back. Looking at the different tables she wondered which one was the table of her mother, almost glad in a way she wouldn't be sitting at eleven.<br/><br/>Not that Flora would have minded, but she was just happy that she knew whom her mother was and the possibility of siblings just excited her. She always wanted a little brother or sister and now she was just told that she could have several.Staring up at the tall ceiling, she almost missed the smile directed to her by the what some would call handsome stranger. Giving a small wave back and weak smile she figured that dinner was out of the question, as everyone seemed to be turning in for the night.<br/><br/>Rocking a little from side to side, she suddenly froze when Dante pointed over at her. Smiling lopsided Flora gave a meek wave at the girl, hoping she would be able to help get things sorted out.<br/><br/>Taking a few steps closer she was still a moderate distances from the two but could hear everything said, looking around again Flora was secretly hoping for everything to hurry up so she could get some rest and sort her thoughts. Flora was exhausted and was sure it was starting to show in her eyes.