never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora's gaze sharpens over the rim of her mug. "Everyone going to Starfall is immortal, or else they really shouldn't be going," she says, tone quiet but pointed. "And if you’re so worried about the consequences of my death, why haven’t you spent your time not interfering with Dahlia by questing with Vi in order to bring back even more of us per year." The words aren’t exactly accusatory, but there’s certainly something tired behind them, heavy with everything she hasn’t had the luxury of setting down.
As for the boat.. "A sailboat," she says, shrugging one shoulder as if to make the decision feel casual. "I’ve lived on a ship the past few seasons, and I’ve picked up more than you’d think. But yeah... I know something smaller’ll take some getting used to." Her mouth curves faintly, dry humour sliding in at the edges. "Still, I’d like to be able to move around without needing anyone else to do it for me. Especially now."
As for the boat.. "A sailboat," she says, shrugging one shoulder as if to make the decision feel casual. "I’ve lived on a ship the past few seasons, and I’ve picked up more than you’d think. But yeah... I know something smaller’ll take some getting used to." Her mouth curves faintly, dry humour sliding in at the edges. "Still, I’d like to be able to move around without needing anyone else to do it for me. Especially now."
