flora
The moment Kaisel called for another round, Flora didn’t retreat. She slipped back into the crowd, just far enough to avoid suspicion, her invisible form pressing close to the edge of the ring. The energy pulsing through the Silk Houses was sharp as broken glass now, the crowd hungry, volatile, drunk on blood and coin. Good. That meant the odds were still in her favour.
Flora watched as the gameskeeper hesitated—subtle, but telling. Her gaze flicked to the darkened corner where decisions were quietly made, where someone nodded once. A new opponent stepped into the ring, and even before the knife flashed, Flora felt the shift. This wasn’t a casual brawl anymore.
Her brows lifted, impressed despite herself. "Well then," she murmured under her breath, unseen and unheard.
The steel glinted as the woman lunged, fast and brutal, and Flora exhaled slowly, folding her arms as she tracked the fight. She made no move to interfere—not yet. Her healing touch had already tipped the scales once. Twice would be pushing it, especially here. Getting caught meddling in Silk Houses business had a way of ending poorly… and permanently.
Still, her eyes stayed on the dragoon, cool and calculating beneath her invisible glamour. If he went down hard, she'd lose more than just coin. But if he pulled this off? If he danced that razor’s edge just right?
Well. It would make for an excellent return on investment.
And Flora always did love to win.
Flora watched as the gameskeeper hesitated—subtle, but telling. Her gaze flicked to the darkened corner where decisions were quietly made, where someone nodded once. A new opponent stepped into the ring, and even before the knife flashed, Flora felt the shift. This wasn’t a casual brawl anymore.
Her brows lifted, impressed despite herself. "Well then," she murmured under her breath, unseen and unheard.
The steel glinted as the woman lunged, fast and brutal, and Flora exhaled slowly, folding her arms as she tracked the fight. She made no move to interfere—not yet. Her healing touch had already tipped the scales once. Twice would be pushing it, especially here. Getting caught meddling in Silk Houses business had a way of ending poorly… and permanently.
Still, her eyes stayed on the dragoon, cool and calculating beneath her invisible glamour. If he went down hard, she'd lose more than just coin. But if he pulled this off? If he danced that razor’s edge just right?
Well. It would make for an excellent return on investment.
And Flora always did love to win.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
