Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora watches from her perch, breath held tight in her chest as Sohalia’s sleek form slices through the water. The swimmer flails like a drunken fish, making himself exactly the kind of snack that drew the sharks closer, and Flora doesn’t dare blink as she lines up her next throw. "Come on, come on..." she murmurs under her breath, eyes tracking the glinting fins that fan out around Soh like knives in the water. A flicker of movement to her left draws her focus—one of the larger echo sharks swerving back in for a second pass.
The queen doesn’t hesitate. Her third feathered dagger spins from her hand with a smooth, sharp motion, and it thunks into the water just past the creature’s eye-line, a calculated near miss that sends another shock ripple through the predatory rhythm of the water.
"Stay off her, Flipper," she snaps, even though she knows the thing can’t hear her. Another shark tries to break from the group and Flora recalls her daggers all at once. She's not trying to kill them—it's doubtful she could with just her daggers—but she can damn well make the little bastards think twice about going after her friend.
With her daggers now back in her hand, Flora mutters a quick curse, eyes darting between Sohalia and the swimmer. They’re getting closer to the shore, gods willing, and all Flora can do now is buy them the final few seconds they need.
The queen doesn’t hesitate. Her third feathered dagger spins from her hand with a smooth, sharp motion, and it thunks into the water just past the creature’s eye-line, a calculated near miss that sends another shock ripple through the predatory rhythm of the water.
"Stay off her, Flipper," she snaps, even though she knows the thing can’t hear her. Another shark tries to break from the group and Flora recalls her daggers all at once. She's not trying to kill them—it's doubtful she could with just her daggers—but she can damn well make the little bastards think twice about going after her friend.
With her daggers now back in her hand, Flora mutters a quick curse, eyes darting between Sohalia and the swimmer. They’re getting closer to the shore, gods willing, and all Flora can do now is buy them the final few seconds they need.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
