Flora
Flora huffs a laugh, not quite winded, but breathless in a way that feels more like momentum than fatigue. "Ugh, fine, I’ll save some credit for Remi, and Mom."
The projection flinching makes her grin. "Okay, that was almost satisfying," she chuckles. This time she waits for it—watches the illusion flicker forward, the rhythm of its steps just enough out of sync to make it slippery. Another throw, a sharper one this time, angled low before she twists her wrist with more intention. The dagger hits the sand, rebounds hard, and she recalls it mid-turn, sending it spiralling in an arcing slice for the projection’s side.
"I wanna be able to carve my name in him on the return flight," Flora offers, just in case Ronin was wondering what level of accuracy and precision the Doubletake was aiming for.
The projection flinching makes her grin. "Okay, that was almost satisfying," she chuckles. This time she waits for it—watches the illusion flicker forward, the rhythm of its steps just enough out of sync to make it slippery. Another throw, a sharper one this time, angled low before she twists her wrist with more intention. The dagger hits the sand, rebounds hard, and she recalls it mid-turn, sending it spiralling in an arcing slice for the projection’s side.
"I wanna be able to carve my name in him on the return flight," Flora offers, just in case Ronin was wondering what level of accuracy and precision the Doubletake was aiming for.
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
