Flora
Flora melts into Mateo’s hug with a genuine smile, the rush and clatter of the skyport falling away for a moment. He smells like jasmine and peppermint and something brighter still—like the sky itself had been caught and bottled for him. When he pulls back, she flicks a glance at the mess of boxes behind her with a dramatic little flourish of her hand.
"Honestly? They’re probably happier here," she says, her voice light but warm. "The Sugar Tide has no idea what she’s in for once I start trying to organize storage properly." Her gaze skims affectionately over the glint of her stained-glass sails before dropping back to him. "Thank you, by the way. For letting me stash some of it at yours. Even if half of it was technically yours to start with." She bumps her shoulder lightly into his, teasing, but there’s gratitude stitched through the words all the same.
Linking her arm through his with easy familiarity, Flora tugs them into motion away from where many, many trunks are being unloaded. "I figured if I’m going to sail across Caido without getting pancaked into a cliffside, I’d better take lessons from the best." Her grin curves, bright and sharp. "But seeing as Ever isn't available..." Laughing, she wrinkles her nose affectionately at the botanist before she allows her smile to politely sip away.
"How's he doing, by the way?" She's heard, of course. The rumour mill on Torchline was second to no other.
"Honestly? They’re probably happier here," she says, her voice light but warm. "The Sugar Tide has no idea what she’s in for once I start trying to organize storage properly." Her gaze skims affectionately over the glint of her stained-glass sails before dropping back to him. "Thank you, by the way. For letting me stash some of it at yours. Even if half of it was technically yours to start with." She bumps her shoulder lightly into his, teasing, but there’s gratitude stitched through the words all the same.
Linking her arm through his with easy familiarity, Flora tugs them into motion away from where many, many trunks are being unloaded. "I figured if I’m going to sail across Caido without getting pancaked into a cliffside, I’d better take lessons from the best." Her grin curves, bright and sharp. "But seeing as Ever isn't available..." Laughing, she wrinkles her nose affectionately at the botanist before she allows her smile to politely sip away.
"How's he doing, by the way?" She's heard, of course. The rumour mill on Torchline was second to no other.
'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
They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did
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