we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Moving to stand near Mel while the Honeybee remained visible, both so that she had someone to talk to and also to distance herself from the fuckery going on between Koa and her brother, Flora sets down the bucket she'd been carrying. "You know, I bet we could spread a rumour that this was all done by fickle Leafchange spirits or something." The smirk on her lips would be evident in her voice even if her friend couldn't see it as she helped herself to another balloon.
"That, or we could say it was void related." She adds with a shrug, glancing below.
Merchants felt off-limits and while teenagers loitering around would have been a good target, it was the parents tugging their children along as if they owned the streets below that held Flora's stare. "Gotcha," she whispered under her breath, taking aim at a mother who had her son on a literal leash.
Flora aims for a parent!
"That, or we could say it was void related." She adds with a shrug, glancing below.
Merchants felt off-limits and while teenagers loitering around would have been a good target, it was the parents tugging their children along as if they owned the streets below that held Flora's stare. "Gotcha," she whispered under her breath, taking aim at a mother who had her son on a literal leash.
Flora aims for a parent!
