we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora doesn’t rise—too leisurely for that—but her grin blooms like the wildflowers in the vase, warm and radiant and just a little too bright, like maybe it’s been polished for company. "Soh!" she calls back, arms outstretched in a grand, reclining gesture as if she might welcome her friend with a hug from ten feet away. "Look at you, all mountain goat chic." Her eyes sparkle with affection as she gestures toward the blanket. "Come sit, before I start eating all your favorites out of spite."
And when Sohalia is close enough, Flora reaches for her without hesitation, looping an arm around her shoulders in a tight, familiar squeeze. "I missed you too," she murmurs near Soh’s ear. "Feels like forever, huh?" She pulls back quickly, fingers fluttering like butterflies from the embrace to the food spread. "So, we have options. Savory, sweet, and slightly questionable. Guess which category I made myself."
And when Sohalia is close enough, Flora reaches for her without hesitation, looping an arm around her shoulders in a tight, familiar squeeze. "I missed you too," she murmurs near Soh’s ear. "Feels like forever, huh?" She pulls back quickly, fingers fluttering like butterflies from the embrace to the food spread. "So, we have options. Savory, sweet, and slightly questionable. Guess which category I made myself."
