you wouldn't be the first renegade to need somebody
Flora chuckles under her breath at the mention of the broadcast, a sound caught somewhere between embarrassment and amusement. "Yeah. That’d be me. The walking cautionary tale." She lifts her shoulders in a loose shrug, letting her hand fall back to her side as she tacks on, "Though I prefer ‘Queen of Torchline with extremely questionable survival instincts.’ Rolls right off the tongue, don’t you think?"
The fact that Colt recognizes her isn’t unexpected—not after Vox had flung her name across Caido like confetti—but the absence of immediate judgment in the woman’s voice earns a flicker of gratitude in Flora’s eyes. She meets the rancher’s gaze evenly, a little impressed by how steady Colt seems after all that. Then again, you don’t rope a void unicorn by being timid.
At the offer to accompany her, Flora’s brows lift slightly, the faintest hint of surprise flickering across her face before it smooths into something warmer, more genuine. "Well, I was headed to Meadowreach to begin with, so looks like your conscience is safe for the night." She flashes a grin that’s only slightly worn at the edges now, a little more colour returning to her cheeks.
Reaching up to nudge Spice gently off her perch and onto her shoulder, Flora adjusts the little dragon with casual familiarity before nodding toward Colt’s horse. "Lead the way. And for the record—" she adds as they start walking, "-you’ve got seriously good aim. If I ever get skewered for real, I’m blaming you for raising my expectations too high."
~FIN
The fact that Colt recognizes her isn’t unexpected—not after Vox had flung her name across Caido like confetti—but the absence of immediate judgment in the woman’s voice earns a flicker of gratitude in Flora’s eyes. She meets the rancher’s gaze evenly, a little impressed by how steady Colt seems after all that. Then again, you don’t rope a void unicorn by being timid.
At the offer to accompany her, Flora’s brows lift slightly, the faintest hint of surprise flickering across her face before it smooths into something warmer, more genuine. "Well, I was headed to Meadowreach to begin with, so looks like your conscience is safe for the night." She flashes a grin that’s only slightly worn at the edges now, a little more colour returning to her cheeks.
Reaching up to nudge Spice gently off her perch and onto her shoulder, Flora adjusts the little dragon with casual familiarity before nodding toward Colt’s horse. "Lead the way. And for the record—" she adds as they start walking, "-you’ve got seriously good aim. If I ever get skewered for real, I’m blaming you for raising my expectations too high."
~FIN
