flora
"Not feeling like...pain? or anything anything?" Having no important memories of when the Voice had been around, the rumours and tales were all larger than life in Flora's mind, with Jack's only adding to the terrible impression she had of the former goddess.
Stopping in a spot where the ground was reasonably flat and where there was enough space to move amidst the trees, Flora doesn't bother with anything silly like stretching or lumbering up. When, in all her years being jump-scared by void creatures attacking her or trees reaching out to grab her, had she ever been given the chance to get ready for it? "That sounds good." Whatever Jack's thoughts about it were, even though they were training, Flora sort of hated the idea of him hitting her; if he connected, especially if it was hard, she wasn't sure if that'd be the sort of thing she could just easily shake off. Magic, though? That seemed far less personal.
"Alright, hit me with your best shot."
Stopping in a spot where the ground was reasonably flat and where there was enough space to move amidst the trees, Flora doesn't bother with anything silly like stretching or lumbering up. When, in all her years being jump-scared by void creatures attacking her or trees reaching out to grab her, had she ever been given the chance to get ready for it? "That sounds good." Whatever Jack's thoughts about it were, even though they were training, Flora sort of hated the idea of him hitting her; if he connected, especially if it was hard, she wasn't sure if that'd be the sort of thing she could just easily shake off. Magic, though? That seemed far less personal.
"Alright, hit me with your best shot."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
