lay your soul onto mine
Flora lets the water buoy her a moment before easing against a smooth outcrop of stone, shoulders sinking beneath the surface until the spring’s warmth seeps into every tired muscle. The compliment draws her gaze back to the stranger; the appreciative spark in Aithne’s amber eyes is every bit as bright as the aureate accents on her barely-there suit.
"Thank you—picked it up in Haulani strictly for its tidal-pool aesthetic," she replies, turning just far enough that the weave of teal ribbons across her back catches the light. "Yours could start its own rumour mill."The grin that follows is playful, not catty, and she waves a hand towards the other woman’s suit as if bestowing an honorary Torchline medal for Dramatic Excellence.
A curl slips free of her high knot; Flora tucks it behind a pearl-studded ear while steam drifts like lazy fog between them. "This is one of my favourite hideaways when life gets… loud." Her fingers trail idly through the water, scattering tiny fragments of light across the pool. "I’m Flora, by the way—Torchliner, occasional trouble magnet, committed hot-spring enthusiast. And you?"
"Thank you—picked it up in Haulani strictly for its tidal-pool aesthetic," she replies, turning just far enough that the weave of teal ribbons across her back catches the light. "Yours could start its own rumour mill."The grin that follows is playful, not catty, and she waves a hand towards the other woman’s suit as if bestowing an honorary Torchline medal for Dramatic Excellence.
A curl slips free of her high knot; Flora tucks it behind a pearl-studded ear while steam drifts like lazy fog between them. "This is one of my favourite hideaways when life gets… loud." Her fingers trail idly through the water, scattering tiny fragments of light across the pool. "I’m Flora, by the way—Torchliner, occasional trouble magnet, committed hot-spring enthusiast. And you?"
