you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora watches Maea for a long moment, her stormy gaze flicking over the ancient one with a mix of disbelief and resigned amusement. "Well, great," she murmurs, the words barely audible over the relentless patter of rain against the docks. "Glad we're finally on the same page."
Without another word, she offers the pale ancient a curt nod. As Flora turns away, her thoughts race; she silently hopes that Jack has been listening in, so that she won't have to repeat every bitter syllable of this conversation; even if he hadn't, though, it wouldn't be too much trouble for the queen just to let it all replay through her thoughts.
~FIN
Without another word, she offers the pale ancient a curt nod. As Flora turns away, her thoughts race; she silently hopes that Jack has been listening in, so that she won't have to repeat every bitter syllable of this conversation; even if he hadn't, though, it wouldn't be too much trouble for the queen just to let it all replay through her thoughts.
~FIN
