if i tell you this is drowning

flora

Feeling Jack begin to pull away almost before he even did—she'd flown enough with him now to be able to read the sounds of the crew as they managed the rigging—Flora reaches for Seven, bundling the cat into her arms as she'd done once when the Seer Cat was just a kitten. Nuzzling her lips and nose against the top of Seven's head, noting the way she smelled of fresh bread from the kitchen and sea salt, Flora glances up through the haze of fluff to peer overboard.

"Fuck 'em." The queen muttered with uncharacteristic coldness. Either they were still within Torchline's borders where her word was law, or they were in the ocean, where the Ark's cannons were. Either way, between the pair of them they had nothing to worry about. Which, you know, was precisely how it had felt walking through the Greatwood or strolling along Torchline's shores.

Times like these it was probably a blessing that Flora didn't possess the magic that Jack or her mother did, lest she begin to crackle and spark with lightning. Indeed the queen would absolutely be the type to let her magic speak volumes about her emotions; alas, only Jack would be treated to the tempest of her feelings as she waited anxiously for the Ark to steady and then lower down a ladder in order to board the little vessel.

How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!