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Flora

Flora touches down at Stormbreak’s Skyport with all the wobbly grace of a seabird learning to hover. Her stained-glass sails catch the last gleam of daylight as she coasts—more drift than docking—toward an open berth. Two dock workers in sky-blue coats jog alongside, tossing enchanted lines that snake up and secure themselves to the cleats on the outside of her ship's hull. A third worker, spotting the boat’s colourful overload of trunks, hat-boxes, and Mateo’s carefully labelled plant crates, whistles low.

"First time flying her?" he guesses, easing a fender between hull and quay. "You could tell" Flora quips, hopping down in shoes utterly impractical for a dock. A lilac sundress flutters against her legs, the hem snagging briefly on a coil of rope. She tugs it free with a sheepish grin. "She corners like a drunk whale, but she tries her best."

At her nod the crew begins off-loading: crates of lavender starters marked M TALIESIN (THIS SIDE UP), a garment trunk bursting with sequins, and an entire basket of pillows Sohalia insisted were “non-negotiable.” Spice circles overhead, puffing cool air whenever a worker grunts under a particularly ridiculous hat-box.

'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did

Code stolen from Queen Sky