lay your soul onto mine
Flora lets out a low whistle, her grin sharp with approval as the dagger hits true. "Look at you!" she crows, genuinely impressed, the sound bright against the chill of Halo air. "Shoulder shot with finesse? That's practically showing off." She leans down to scoop another dagger from where it glints faintly in the snow, then recalls the one Elizabeth just launched with a flick of her wrist. It slices back through the air and lands in her waiting palm with a satisfying snick.
Spinning the blade idly between her fingers, Flora lifts a brow toward the other woman, aqua eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, what do you think? Wanna try your luck against two at once?" Her voice is light, teasing. "Or we can call it now, while you're ahead—leave the dummy wondering if you're secretly a dagger-slinging legend in disguise." She flashes a smile, one part playful challenge, one part knowing camaraderie.
Spinning the blade idly between her fingers, Flora lifts a brow toward the other woman, aqua eyes gleaming with mischief. "So, what do you think? Wanna try your luck against two at once?" Her voice is light, teasing. "Or we can call it now, while you're ahead—leave the dummy wondering if you're secretly a dagger-slinging legend in disguise." She flashes a smile, one part playful challenge, one part knowing camaraderie.
