you hate the crash, but you love the rush
Flora exhales softly, relief washing through her, though the tension lingers stubbornly in the set of her shoulders. Her smile is faint, shaky at the edges but genuine, gratitude warming her expression as she squeezes Sohalia’s hands one last time. "I'll be careful," she promises, voice soft but firm, trying desperately to convey more confidence than she actually feels; she only had so much control over what was actually going to happen. "And it...it might be a little while before we can talk properly again." She pauses, teeth worrying briefly at her lower lip before her gaze steadies on her friend’s silver eyes. "But we will, Soh. I promise."
Flora hesitates briefly before pulling Sohalia into another quick, fierce hug, wishing silently that she could tell her everything—but knowing that she can’t, not now. "Thank you," she whispers, drawing back just enough to offer a fragile smile. "For trusting me."
So saying the queen takes a breath before pulling out her compass, and, with a last smile, disappears back to Torchline.
~FIN
Flora hesitates briefly before pulling Sohalia into another quick, fierce hug, wishing silently that she could tell her everything—but knowing that she can’t, not now. "Thank you," she whispers, drawing back just enough to offer a fragile smile. "For trusting me."
So saying the queen takes a breath before pulling out her compass, and, with a last smile, disappears back to Torchline.
~FIN
