your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Flora, who is used to people (men) looking at her the way Niki just did, merely shruygs and nods. "My dad can bring people back." She says wearily. Sadly for Niki, the queen isn't at all interested in the half-lives of his creations, having immediately forgotten about the swallow the moment it disappeared from her field of view.
"Yeah, you too." Following behind him, without the aid of his crutch to help her, Flora finds herself slipping forward as her foot catches on a particularly soft bit of moss. Falling forward hard onto her knee, the queen's gasp of pain is indicative of her still lingering injuries rather than just a lower tolerance for pain, and the way her shoulder rings out as if to announce that she'd fucked up, was far from helpful.
Biting back both tears and another moan, Flora digs her fingernails into the grass, using the tangled weeds to help pull her up as she'd done when she was significantly younger. Panting as she reaches the pathway, the queen flops gracelessly down, leaning against the bridge and letting her eyes fall closed as she works to catch her breath.
"Yeah, you too." Following behind him, without the aid of his crutch to help her, Flora finds herself slipping forward as her foot catches on a particularly soft bit of moss. Falling forward hard onto her knee, the queen's gasp of pain is indicative of her still lingering injuries rather than just a lower tolerance for pain, and the way her shoulder rings out as if to announce that she'd fucked up, was far from helpful.
Biting back both tears and another moan, Flora digs her fingernails into the grass, using the tangled weeds to help pull her up as she'd done when she was significantly younger. Panting as she reaches the pathway, the queen flops gracelessly down, leaning against the bridge and letting her eyes fall closed as she works to catch her breath.
