lay your soul onto mine
Flora watches the throw with a glint of interest rather than critique, head tilted slightly as the dagger zips past the dummy’s arm and disappears into the snow beyond. She doesn’t flinch or wince, and there’s no laughter waiting to be unleashed—just a genuine, bright curiosity.
"Amazing!" she says, lifting her hand to recall the dagger back into her palm; the weapon zips across the yard in a lazy arc and clicks neatly into place against her glove. "I mean, sure, it missed, but that was with telekinesis. You could probably get way more power than I ever could—just needs some refining." She flashes a grin as she tosses the dagger gently back to Elizabeth hilt-first.
"Try this," she says, stepping to the side and curling her fingers thoughtfully around her own next throw. "Don’t focus so much on forcing it. Let the throw carry, and then nudge it—not shove it. Like guiding a leaf on the wind." She gives a light shrug. "Or, y’know, less poetic and more practical: push it in the right direction after it leaves your hand. Less chaos that way."
Flora steps back again to give Elizabeth space, eyes dancing with encouragement. "Go on—show me round two. We’ll count anything above the knee as a win."
"Amazing!" she says, lifting her hand to recall the dagger back into her palm; the weapon zips across the yard in a lazy arc and clicks neatly into place against her glove. "I mean, sure, it missed, but that was with telekinesis. You could probably get way more power than I ever could—just needs some refining." She flashes a grin as she tosses the dagger gently back to Elizabeth hilt-first.
"Try this," she says, stepping to the side and curling her fingers thoughtfully around her own next throw. "Don’t focus so much on forcing it. Let the throw carry, and then nudge it—not shove it. Like guiding a leaf on the wind." She gives a light shrug. "Or, y’know, less poetic and more practical: push it in the right direction after it leaves your hand. Less chaos that way."
Flora steps back again to give Elizabeth space, eyes dancing with encouragement. "Go on—show me round two. We’ll count anything above the knee as a win."
