never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora squinted toward the shore, one hand lifting lazily to push her glasses up her nose as Melita's voice carried over the surf. A sigh slipped past her lips—half fond, half resigned—as she clocked the familiar outline of the Honeybee wading through the heat haze like she belonged to it. Which, in fairness, she did.
"Define good," Flora called back, voice wry, but she kicked another bit of water for show before settling deeper in her chair. Spice trilled a quiet greeting to Sila, curling protectively around the edge of the armrest like a little white guardian against unsanctioned optimism.
When Mel got close enough, Flora tilted her chin and gave her a look that tried very hard to be nonchalant and failed spectacularly. "Soooooo...I take it you've heard?" she asked, brows lifting. "About me and Jack, I mean. I’m guessing someone from the Ark’s peanut gallery has already given you the drama rundown."
The smirk that followed was automatic but tired, her eyes shaded behind mirrored lenses. She reached out to swirl a toe through the foam, then sighed again, more theatrical this time.
"Anyway. I’m out here doing a quest for your shadowy little boss." Her smile curled faintly. "Ludo said I needed to not think about a specific memory for an hour. Which sounds doable until you actually try it."
"Define good," Flora called back, voice wry, but she kicked another bit of water for show before settling deeper in her chair. Spice trilled a quiet greeting to Sila, curling protectively around the edge of the armrest like a little white guardian against unsanctioned optimism.
When Mel got close enough, Flora tilted her chin and gave her a look that tried very hard to be nonchalant and failed spectacularly. "Soooooo...I take it you've heard?" she asked, brows lifting. "About me and Jack, I mean. I’m guessing someone from the Ark’s peanut gallery has already given you the drama rundown."
The smirk that followed was automatic but tired, her eyes shaded behind mirrored lenses. She reached out to swirl a toe through the foam, then sighed again, more theatrical this time.
"Anyway. I’m out here doing a quest for your shadowy little boss." Her smile curled faintly. "Ludo said I needed to not think about a specific memory for an hour. Which sounds doable until you actually try it."
