we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
"Well, only because you asked so nicely." Shooting Jack a look, the sort that very clearly said I know what you're doing—and he did, every time he called her love the word had molten gold spilling through the ravines and valleys of her thoughts and coating her mind in a layer of glitter that refused to be moved—Flora groans as her curls are mussed. Immediately swatting at Jack's hands, the queen huffs theatrically before combing her fingers through her hair.
"Naive of you to think you'll have a choice." Flora fires back, nudging the captain as they head down a tunnel whose well-worn path seems to suggest that they were indeed going the right way.
"Can't be that hard." Thinking of Sah, her dislike of the Wild Thunder was almost purely out of spite, not that he'd ever done anything to redeem himself in her eyes, Flora wrinkles her nose. "He has some, so..." Looking at Jack over her shoulder, the queen shrugs, entirely game for it if he ever wanted to add another ring to his finger. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I could just channel Safrin and ask for the answers."
"Naive of you to think you'll have a choice." Flora fires back, nudging the captain as they head down a tunnel whose well-worn path seems to suggest that they were indeed going the right way.
"Can't be that hard." Thinking of Sah, her dislike of the Wild Thunder was almost purely out of spite, not that he'd ever done anything to redeem himself in her eyes, Flora wrinkles her nose. "He has some, so..." Looking at Jack over her shoulder, the queen shrugs, entirely game for it if he ever wanted to add another ring to his finger. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I could just channel Safrin and ask for the answers."
