karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
"Course we can get ice cream after this," Flora calls, tossing a grin over her shoulder as she hefts a smooth lavender stone into the wagon. "I think we’ve earned it. You know. For our heroic contributions to decorative geology." With a wink toward Nova, she starts helping Sohalia load the rest, her movements brisk and efficient but touched with unmistakable fondness. For the work, yes—but also for them.
Between Sohalia’s quiet steadiness, Kaiden’s determined magic, and Nova’s joyful chaos, the task finishes faster than it has any right to. Soon enough, the wagon is full, the horse preening under the attention, and the beach is left speckled only with footprints and laughter.
Flora dusts off her hands, taking a final look at their gathered haul with a little hum of satisfaction. "Alright, dream team," she says, resting a hand on the wagon’s edge. "Let’s get this delivered, and then it’s straight to the scoop shop. First round’s on me."
And with that, she whistles softly to the horse and starts down the path, trusting them all to follow—like sunlight pulling shadows in its wake.
~FIN
Between Sohalia’s quiet steadiness, Kaiden’s determined magic, and Nova’s joyful chaos, the task finishes faster than it has any right to. Soon enough, the wagon is full, the horse preening under the attention, and the beach is left speckled only with footprints and laughter.
Flora dusts off her hands, taking a final look at their gathered haul with a little hum of satisfaction. "Alright, dream team," she says, resting a hand on the wagon’s edge. "Let’s get this delivered, and then it’s straight to the scoop shop. First round’s on me."
And with that, she whistles softly to the horse and starts down the path, trusting them all to follow—like sunlight pulling shadows in its wake.
~FIN
