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Flora nods, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watches the spark catch fire behind Nova’s eyes. "Oh, is that so? Well, stranger things have happened." Her voice is teasing, light, but there’s a flicker of genuine admiration beneath it. "And hey—if you’re planning to be the strongest in Caido, I guess it wouldn’t kill me to cozy up to the winning side."
She laughs as she pushes to her feet, the sound as easy and sun-warmed as the breeze. Sand clings to the hem of her dress, and she brushes it off with a dramatic sigh before offering a hand to Nova.
"Now, enough with the heavy stuff." Her grin returns full force. "What about a swim?"
The ocean behind them shimmers like spilled glass, and for a moment Flora just lets herself be, her hand still extended, eyes squinting into the brightness. Thoughts of Jack rise like driftwood beneath the surface—his smile, his silence, the ache of everything they never say. But she’s gotten good at this: choosing the now over the maybe. The sunlight. The salt on her skin.
She wiggles her fingers at Nova. "Come on. Race you to the water!"
~FIN
She laughs as she pushes to her feet, the sound as easy and sun-warmed as the breeze. Sand clings to the hem of her dress, and she brushes it off with a dramatic sigh before offering a hand to Nova.
"Now, enough with the heavy stuff." Her grin returns full force. "What about a swim?"
The ocean behind them shimmers like spilled glass, and for a moment Flora just lets herself be, her hand still extended, eyes squinting into the brightness. Thoughts of Jack rise like driftwood beneath the surface—his smile, his silence, the ache of everything they never say. But she’s gotten good at this: choosing the now over the maybe. The sunlight. The salt on her skin.
She wiggles her fingers at Nova. "Come on. Race you to the water!"
~FIN
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
