you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora exhales like she’s just come up for air, the tension unwinding from her spine in slow, reluctant segments as the void unicorn gallops off into the mist. Her dagger lowers only a fraction, fingers still white-knuckled around the hilt, more out of habit than necessity. Spice circles overhead once before landing on a nearby mound with a disgruntled little chirp, wings flaring in dramatic solidarity.
"I’m—" She starts to say fine, but the word catches somewhere behind her teeth. With a short laugh, she gives a crooked smile instead, breathless and a bit shaky now that the adrenaline is ebbing. "Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks to you."
As Colt swings down from her saddle, Flora straightens up, tucking the dagger away and brushing a lock of hair from her flushed face. She doesn’t miss the unspoken sentiment in Colt’s expression—the kind of silent holy shit that says they both knew how badly that could’ve gone. Her eyes flick down to the dog, whose tongue lolls with smug exhaustion, and her mouth quirks. "You too, hero."
Then, blinking up, she catches the name and offers her hand with a gold-ringed flourish. "Flora, and yeah, that was definitely a close one." Her grin edges toward sheepish. "Thanks for not letting me get impaled. I mean, I’ve had worse days, but still—not exactly the vibe I was going for."
"I’m—" She starts to say fine, but the word catches somewhere behind her teeth. With a short laugh, she gives a crooked smile instead, breathless and a bit shaky now that the adrenaline is ebbing. "Yeah. Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks to you."
As Colt swings down from her saddle, Flora straightens up, tucking the dagger away and brushing a lock of hair from her flushed face. She doesn’t miss the unspoken sentiment in Colt’s expression—the kind of silent holy shit that says they both knew how badly that could’ve gone. Her eyes flick down to the dog, whose tongue lolls with smug exhaustion, and her mouth quirks. "You too, hero."
Then, blinking up, she catches the name and offers her hand with a gold-ringed flourish. "Flora, and yeah, that was definitely a close one." Her grin edges toward sheepish. "Thanks for not letting me get impaled. I mean, I’ve had worse days, but still—not exactly the vibe I was going for."
