[Training] Waiting games

Flora

Flora arrived with the sun glinting off her gold accessories, her feather daggers strapped to her thighs and her boots crunching softly on the sandy path leading to the lighthouse. The chill of Deepfrost lingered even on Aumakua, the breeze tugging at the edges of her jacket—a sleek, close-fitting number in navy blue that hugged her curves while allowing for full movement. Beneath it, she’d opted for a fitted black top and high-waisted pants, a blend of style and practicality.

She spotted Hadama perched on the flat rock near the lighthouse, his figure striking and serene against the backdrop of the endless ocean. His armour, feathered and starlit, gleamed faintly under the tropical sun, a reminder of Safrin’s grace and the kind of strength Flora couldn’t help but admire. The queen had long thought about getting armour for herself, yet she never seemed able to find the time.

Flora approached with a grin, the breeze tousling her hair in golden waves. "Heya," she called, her voice light but carrying across the salt-tinged air. "You know, I wasn’t planning on being someone’s punching bag today, but I’ll make an exception for you." Her tone was teasing, but the glint in her aqua eyes betrayed something deeper: a fierce determination not to let herself be caught off guard again, not by the Family or anyone else. "Unless the quest is for you to be the punching bag?"

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'

Code stolen from Queen Sky