lay your soul onto mine
Flora relaxes just a notch at the warm tone, her stance shifting from combat-ready to casually intrigued. She flicks the dagger in her hand once, letting it spin along her fingers before tucking it away into the sheath at her hip. "I'm just not used to people staring quietly," she says with a wry twist of her mouth, breath fogging faintly in the Flowerbirth chill.
At the question, her brows lift in pleasant surprise. Most people just comment on how flashy her daggers look, not how they work. She crouches to pick up the remaining daggers, their golden hilts rimed faintly with frost, before holding one up between two fingers. "Yeah—kind of. They’re enchanted. I can call them back if they’re within a certain range. It’s like they’re tethered to me, magically. Not quite telekinesis, but close." A small shrug, then a grin. "Basically, I throw them, they do some damage, and then I can pull them back to hopefully deal some more. That's what I was out here practicing, anyway."
She straightens again, shifting her daggers to her left hand in order to extend her right. "I'm Flora, by the way."
At the question, her brows lift in pleasant surprise. Most people just comment on how flashy her daggers look, not how they work. She crouches to pick up the remaining daggers, their golden hilts rimed faintly with frost, before holding one up between two fingers. "Yeah—kind of. They’re enchanted. I can call them back if they’re within a certain range. It’s like they’re tethered to me, magically. Not quite telekinesis, but close." A small shrug, then a grin. "Basically, I throw them, they do some damage, and then I can pull them back to hopefully deal some more. That's what I was out here practicing, anyway."
She straightens again, shifting her daggers to her left hand in order to extend her right. "I'm Flora, by the way."
