you hate the crash, but you love the rush
Flora’s gaze softens, her chest aching at the desperation in Sohalia’s voice. Her heart twists, guilt gnawing sharply at her resolve, but she shakes her head firmly, curls bouncing softly with the motion. "I—I can’t, Soh," she murmurs gently, covering Sohalia’s hand with her own, squeezing softly, apologetically. Sohalia had already been kidnapped once by the Family, and though she'd be an accomplice in Flora's plan, at least she'd be an unknowing one.
Her voice drops lower, barely audible even in the quiet seclusion of the Wildwood. "I have a plan—" She pauses, eyes scanning the trees as though wary of invisible ears. "But I can’t say what it is, because Vox could be listening." Flora’s expression flickers briefly, her nerves briefly betraying her fear, before steadying once more. "If things go the way I think they will, everything will eventually be okay."
Her eyes plead silently for Sohalia’s understanding. "Trust me?"
Her voice drops lower, barely audible even in the quiet seclusion of the Wildwood. "I have a plan—" She pauses, eyes scanning the trees as though wary of invisible ears. "But I can’t say what it is, because Vox could be listening." Flora’s expression flickers briefly, her nerves briefly betraying her fear, before steadying once more. "If things go the way I think they will, everything will eventually be okay."
Her eyes plead silently for Sohalia’s understanding. "Trust me?"
