Flora
He's alive. A breath stuttered from Flora's lips, her lungs hastily trying to snatch it back, leaving the Doubletake wheezing as she fought to turn and look toward Ronin. "I have... to... go... to... h-m..." Every word was an effort, each syllable dragging her deeper into exhaustion, her strength ebbing with every breath. But still, she struggled, her fingers gripping the bedding as she tried to push herself up.
The room swayed, the gentle rocking of the Northaven feeling like an obstacle she couldn't quite overcome, and yet, Flora's mind raced ahead of her body, planning, calculating. Having already used both of her channelling slots for the season, there was no hope for divine intervention (unless... could Ronin call down Vi for her?). She needed to get back to the Greatwood on her own. Her compass...it could take her to the Grounds, and from there, she could find a way. Surely there would be a wagon she could commandeer. It might take a few days to get to the Ark, but if there was a faster way (aside from one of her dads flying her, which Flora wasn't inclined to think that they would), it seemed her only option.
The thought of Jack—the weight of him in her arms, his blood staining her hands—pulled at her, a tether that refused to let her rest. The room seemed to blur around her, the plants hanging on the walls a green haze, the gentle sway of the boat a reminder of where she was and where she wasn't. Flora could almost feel the cold of Jack's magic, that chill that had seeped into her bones, and it drove her, made her desperate to see him again, to feel his warmth instead.
Her gaze flicked to Ronin, her eyes pleading, her voice catching in her throat. "Please..." The words were heavy, filled with all the love and fear she couldn't put anywhere else. She knew the risks, knew how fragile she still was, but none of it mattered if she couldn't be with him.
The room swayed, the gentle rocking of the Northaven feeling like an obstacle she couldn't quite overcome, and yet, Flora's mind raced ahead of her body, planning, calculating. Having already used both of her channelling slots for the season, there was no hope for divine intervention (unless... could Ronin call down Vi for her?). She needed to get back to the Greatwood on her own. Her compass...it could take her to the Grounds, and from there, she could find a way. Surely there would be a wagon she could commandeer. It might take a few days to get to the Ark, but if there was a faster way (aside from one of her dads flying her, which Flora wasn't inclined to think that they would), it seemed her only option.
The thought of Jack—the weight of him in her arms, his blood staining her hands—pulled at her, a tether that refused to let her rest. The room seemed to blur around her, the plants hanging on the walls a green haze, the gentle sway of the boat a reminder of where she was and where she wasn't. Flora could almost feel the cold of Jack's magic, that chill that had seeped into her bones, and it drove her, made her desperate to see him again, to feel his warmth instead.
Her gaze flicked to Ronin, her eyes pleading, her voice catching in her throat. "Please..." The words were heavy, filled with all the love and fear she couldn't put anywhere else. She knew the risks, knew how fragile she still was, but none of it mattered if she couldn't be with him.
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush
Code stolen from Queen Sky
