flora
From her post at the wheel, Flora grins at Mateo’s indignant yell. "Sad and pale?! Excuse me, this is sun-kissed royalty, thank you very much!" she shouts back, though her laugh is short-lived.
Because the moment his voice drifts back, something in her gut goes cold—despite the smothering desert heat. She doesn’t even need to respond. Not with the sky above shifting like a fever dream, that telltale wrongness creeping in across the sails as the cloud wyrm reveals itself. The pulse of purple fog, the shimmer of too-many eyes—she knows that kind of taint too well.
"Oh fuck me sideways," she mutters, heart lurching.
"Mateo, hustle!" Flora’s voice cracks sharp across the wind, her hands already moving—one twisting the silver band on her finger, disappearing from sight even as her other jerks the sails to catch the wind. La Verbena shudders beneath her grip, the helm hot beneath her palms. "Climb, now! Get back on board!"
She doesn’t waste time watching to see if he obeys. The air hums with pressure, the void-laced wyrm descending like a storm made personal. Flora sets her jaw, preparing to wrench La Verbena into motion the second Mateo’s feet are on the deck.
"Void warding my ass," she spits under her breath, already plotting the fastest course out of this desert hellhole. Fucking Jack.
Because the moment his voice drifts back, something in her gut goes cold—despite the smothering desert heat. She doesn’t even need to respond. Not with the sky above shifting like a fever dream, that telltale wrongness creeping in across the sails as the cloud wyrm reveals itself. The pulse of purple fog, the shimmer of too-many eyes—she knows that kind of taint too well.
"Oh fuck me sideways," she mutters, heart lurching.
"Mateo, hustle!" Flora’s voice cracks sharp across the wind, her hands already moving—one twisting the silver band on her finger, disappearing from sight even as her other jerks the sails to catch the wind. La Verbena shudders beneath her grip, the helm hot beneath her palms. "Climb, now! Get back on board!"
She doesn’t waste time watching to see if he obeys. The air hums with pressure, the void-laced wyrm descending like a storm made personal. Flora sets her jaw, preparing to wrench La Verbena into motion the second Mateo’s feet are on the deck.
"Void warding my ass," she spits under her breath, already plotting the fastest course out of this desert hellhole. Fucking Jack.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
