[center][color=MediumVioletRed][h1]Floure Camlo[/h1][/color][/center]

So he knew exactly what he was doing and what would eventually happen if he kept using the Devel flower. Floure understood the appeal of the drug but she didn't understand why Emmett would want to use it. She didn't feel like he was the type of person to drug himself with such a powerful and dangerous drug. He could barely hold in his drink. Maybe she just didn't know him well enough or maybe he was just really good at hiding his secrets. All she knew was that battling the addiction to this demon plant was a really tough and harrowing fight. She was afraid there wasn't much she could do to help him. 

Floure had never seen a case of devel flower addiction because there was no known method to counter its effects, no healing salve or ointment, no secret potion. The only way to cure it was to stop using it and battle the after effects. Just the thought of him using it while tied to a tree sent shivers down her spine. In that state of euphoria he could have easily taken out the knot and wandered of into the desert by himself, easy pickings for the slave masters and whatever else was out there. Floure's doom scenarios for Emmett's drug trip were soon cut short when he rushed towards her, kissing her full on the lips. It surprised her to say the least but the young woman didn't push him away immediately. His kiss felt forced and he was holding back she could tell. It ended right when she was planning to break free and ask him what in the names of the Gods he was doing.

He wasn't paying any attention to her at all and he was looking over her shoulder at someone approaching from behind. She had already worked out multiple convincing lies but it would all depend on who Emmett was looking at right now. Emmett's annoyed and somewhat angry remark was enough to betray the identity of Grace. The red haired woman descended upon her and Emmett in a fit of rage and Floure sucked in her breath to brace for what was to come. She watched the scene unfold silently but her eyes went wide as saucers when Grace immediately recognized the flower. Floure felt vicarious shame at the way Grace was talking down to Emmett. When Emmett tried to explain the situation Floure wanted to smack him in the head. She didn't mind that he included her in his lie as she had already decided she would keep his secret but did he seriously believe anyone was going to fall for that? By the Dark Sister's ass he was a terrible liar! 

They would know she would know what kind of flower that was and what it could do. Who in their right mind would go picking flowers at night, unless it was for some kind of medicinal purpose in which Emmett had no training at all. [i]Wait a minute........[/i]
The most brilliant lie began to unfold in her thoughts, like a deceitful rose. What if she could convince Grace that she asked Emmett to find her a cousin of the desert flower for an ointment she needed to make, but with his lack of knowledge he picked the real desert flower
instead. Granted this cousin of the desert flower did not exist but who would need to know?

Meanwhile Othen had barged down to the tree around which Grace, Emmett and herself had gathered. Grace had probably woken him up with her yelling, she could be really loud if she wanted to. Floure weighed her options shortly, between the two of them Othen may be more easily convinced by her lie than Grace. He hadn't caught them with the flower and would probably listen to her reasonable explanation of this entire catastrophe. She hurried over to Othen who was towering over Emmett, mostly blocking him from Grace and her. Floure patted his arm, the highest part of him she could reach. The motion made her shawl fall halfway down, revealing the part of her shoulders her nightgown did not conceal.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"Hey!...."[/color] Floure held in her breath waiting for Othen to turn his attention towards her. 

[color=MediumVioletRed]"It's my fault"[/color] She began to explain, while fully aware that she needed to be convincing. Not just for Emmett's sake but for hers as well. Lying to the group wouldn't earn her any favors especially not from Rook, Emmett's uncle.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"I asked Emmett if he could find me a rare flower that only blooms at night because I needed it to make an ointment"[/color] Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. What was going on with her? Normally she was an expert at telling half truths. She moved her raven hair over one shoulder, twirling a curl around her finger. She continued with her lie adding the necessary charm to make it convincing and to distract from the fact that Grace may practically be boiling behind her. 

[color=MediumVioletRed]"But you see.... he got the wrong one, silly guy"[/color] She smiled ever so sweetly but didn't dare to look in the direction of Grace who was still holding this supposed "wrong" kind of flower. 

[color=MediumVioletRed]"I told you it was pink not orange..."[/color] She scolded Emmett who was standing across from Othen and her. When they made eye contact she tried to make it clear he needed to shut up before they would get into even more trouble. Hopefully Othen would believe her and diffuse the situation and save what was left to save here. She'd done the best she could.