we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Bundled up in a dark blue coat over a pair of fleece-lined leggings compliments of her mother's closet, Flora's curls were tucked under a cream-coloured beanie with a spray of ursur furr on top, with her hands wrapped in mittens made of the same material. "Gee I dunno, let me just check my pocket encyclopedia." The Doubletake says dryly as she follows along behind the captain.
Leaning against the railing and peering out, Flora frowned at the way the ocean encroached oddly upon the system of caves that, as Jack had thought for himself, seemed a good deal lesser than they'd once been. "I think that's where Halo's mageglass mines are." She answers, squinting into the distance to try and discern if it was merely a trick of the light and lack of contrast that made it seem as though the mountain range had been entirely levelled, or if what she was seeing was genuine.
Leaning against the railing and peering out, Flora frowned at the way the ocean encroached oddly upon the system of caves that, as Jack had thought for himself, seemed a good deal lesser than they'd once been. "I think that's where Halo's mageglass mines are." She answers, squinting into the distance to try and discern if it was merely a trick of the light and lack of contrast that made it seem as though the mountain range had been entirely levelled, or if what she was seeing was genuine.
