Flora
The sun hasn’t even cleared the horizon, but the sky is already streaked with rose-gold and soft lavender, the air thick with salt and the hush of early waves rolling in. Sand clings cool and damp beneath their feet, just firm enough to run on without stealing all their speed, and the only sound besides the tide is the rhythm of their footfalls.
Flora runs like she lives—chic, energetic, and a little more competitive than is necessary. She’s barefoot, curls tied high in a messy braid that swings with every stride, and her leggings are rolled to the knee, already damp from the surf that kisses their path every few beats. She doesn’t lag behind Ronin, not even a little; she’s not about to be shown up on her own beach, demigod or not.
"Okay, so." Her voice cuts into the wind between them, not breathless but certainly warmed up. "I’ve been working on the daggers again. Recall’s easy when it’s just—" She mimics a flicking motion with her fingers, the gesture familiar and fluid, "—but I want more precision. I want to hit something on the way back."
She glances sideways at him and flashes a quick, conspiratorial grin. "Think you can help me out with your duplicate? Just enough for me to try and land a few hits mid-recall?" A wave crashes higher up the shore, and Flora leaps instinctively over the froth, not missing a step.
Flora runs like she lives—chic, energetic, and a little more competitive than is necessary. She’s barefoot, curls tied high in a messy braid that swings with every stride, and her leggings are rolled to the knee, already damp from the surf that kisses their path every few beats. She doesn’t lag behind Ronin, not even a little; she’s not about to be shown up on her own beach, demigod or not.
"Okay, so." Her voice cuts into the wind between them, not breathless but certainly warmed up. "I’ve been working on the daggers again. Recall’s easy when it’s just—" She mimics a flicking motion with her fingers, the gesture familiar and fluid, "—but I want more precision. I want to hit something on the way back."
She glances sideways at him and flashes a quick, conspiratorial grin. "Think you can help me out with your duplicate? Just enough for me to try and land a few hits mid-recall?" A wave crashes higher up the shore, and Flora leaps instinctively over the froth, not missing a step.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
