lay your soul onto mine
Flora watches the throw with one eyebrow arched and arms folded, a smirk twitching at the corners of her mouth as the dagger completes its spectacularly unimpressive journey. When it lands—barely—she lets out a laugh, bright and easy in the cold Halo air. "Hey, I said I wouldn’t judge," she says, nudging Elizabeth lightly with her elbow. "And above the knee is still a better hit than my first few ever were. Sunjata made me train with rocks before I was even allowed to throw anything sharp."
She steps forward and gives the dummy a tap near the embedded dagger, tilting her head. "Honestly, your control’s not bad. You just need to build a bit of finesse. Less angry mom trying to herd toddlers, more... stern librarian who knows the book will shelve itself if she stares long enough." Flora shoots her a grin over her shoulder. "Here, want to try again? I’ll lob one and you try to redirect it."
A flick of her wrist, and another feathered dagger appears between her fingers. "No pressure. Worst-case scenario, we lose a dummy leg and traumatize a couple of ningos."
She steps forward and gives the dummy a tap near the embedded dagger, tilting her head. "Honestly, your control’s not bad. You just need to build a bit of finesse. Less angry mom trying to herd toddlers, more... stern librarian who knows the book will shelve itself if she stares long enough." Flora shoots her a grin over her shoulder. "Here, want to try again? I’ll lob one and you try to redirect it."
A flick of her wrist, and another feathered dagger appears between her fingers. "No pressure. Worst-case scenario, we lose a dummy leg and traumatize a couple of ningos."
