we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora absorbs Sohalia’s words like a parched plant soaking up the rain—grateful, but somehow still thirsty. She keeps the lemonade pressed against her forehead a moment longer, enjoying the cold that momentarily distracts from the heat of her tangled emotions. Then, setting the drink aside, she props herself up on one elbow, turning to face Soh more directly, her expression softening into something more reflective.
"Thanks, babe," she murmurs, the gratitude in her voice layered with the complexity of her thoughts. "I hope you’re right." She chuckles, a sound more wistful than amused. "You know, maybe I should just step down from being queen. Let Hadama run Torchline the way he wants. Then I could just..go." She gestures loosely at the sky, her gaze following her hand before settling back on Sohalia. "Mateo came to stay with me for a season, maybe I'll go up to Stormbreak and stay with him."
Flora then lets out a deep breath, as if exhaling some of her burdens into the spring air in a way that only amplifies the cloud of purple pushing against her mind. "Oh, and that whole thing with the letters...it totally ended up being nothing. Thanks for sending them though."
"Thanks, babe," she murmurs, the gratitude in her voice layered with the complexity of her thoughts. "I hope you’re right." She chuckles, a sound more wistful than amused. "You know, maybe I should just step down from being queen. Let Hadama run Torchline the way he wants. Then I could just..go." She gestures loosely at the sky, her gaze following her hand before settling back on Sohalia. "Mateo came to stay with me for a season, maybe I'll go up to Stormbreak and stay with him."
Flora then lets out a deep breath, as if exhaling some of her burdens into the spring air in a way that only amplifies the cloud of purple pushing against her mind. "Oh, and that whole thing with the letters...it totally ended up being nothing. Thanks for sending them though."
