you hate the crash, but you love the rush
Flora smiles, though it tilts a little sadly at the edges as she leans back on her palms, gaze flicking upward where sunlight drips through the leaves above them. "Moms can be like that," she agrees quietly. "Mine and my dads were the same during the last war. Wanted me and my twin to stay safe, stay out of it. But we didn’t listen." Her voice softens. "We ran off to fight anyway, and Enzo…" A breath, shallow and fluttering. "He died in one of the battles. Or..well, a building fell on him, but.."
For a moment, the wind carries only the rustling of leaves and the hush of what’s been lost. Then Flora exhales and shakes her head, a wry little smile breaking through the quiet. "So yeah. I get it. Parents trying to protect you. And you doing what you feel you have to anyway." For better or worse, that's usually how it went.
When Theea mentions her age, Flora snorts softly. "Fourteen last season? Gods, that’s a vibe. Enzo and I opted out of a decade and a half thanks to Frey, so trust me—I get it. Puberty is weird when you do it all at once."
Her rings catch the light as she gestures vaguely toward the trees. "I’d take you back with me, but I use a magical compass to get around, and it only really works for me." Then, more gently: "But there are skyships in the Greatwood. Ones that run down to Torchline. So when you’re ready—if you ever want to—you can catch one and meet your uncles? Or just come and hang out with me on the beach?"
For a moment, the wind carries only the rustling of leaves and the hush of what’s been lost. Then Flora exhales and shakes her head, a wry little smile breaking through the quiet. "So yeah. I get it. Parents trying to protect you. And you doing what you feel you have to anyway." For better or worse, that's usually how it went.
When Theea mentions her age, Flora snorts softly. "Fourteen last season? Gods, that’s a vibe. Enzo and I opted out of a decade and a half thanks to Frey, so trust me—I get it. Puberty is weird when you do it all at once."
Her rings catch the light as she gestures vaguely toward the trees. "I’d take you back with me, but I use a magical compass to get around, and it only really works for me." Then, more gently: "But there are skyships in the Greatwood. Ones that run down to Torchline. So when you’re ready—if you ever want to—you can catch one and meet your uncles? Or just come and hang out with me on the beach?"
