flora
The Sugar Tide rocked gently, a lullaby in motion as the sea cradled her in the gold-glazed hush of late afternoon. Far enough from the docks to drown out the city’s chaos but close enough to see Torchline’s shoreline smudged in the distance, the skyship bobbed in private peace. Her stained-glass sails were half-furled, glittering lazily with sun-splintered colour, casting fractured rainbows across the polished deck.
Flora reclined on a pillowed bench, a tray of drinks sweating beside her—fruit-heavy cocktails adorned with mint and sugared rims—and a platter of sweet-salty snacks laid out between her and Sohalia. She wore a bikini the colour of tropical orchids, curls twisted into a lazy knot atop her head, her skin gleaming from saltwater and sun. A large sunhat lay discarded near her ankles, and Spice was draped bonelessly across the edge of the table, lazily flicking her tail toward the occasional help.
"Okay," Flora said, propping her chin on her hand and tipping her glass toward Sohalia with an easy grin. "You know how you said you shift into a snowy owl? That totally counts for flying expertise, so congratulations—you’ve been drafted into helping me not screw up my quest."
She took a sip, then pointed a chip in Soh’s direction like a makeshift wand. "Twenty questions about flying, and then we can turn on some music and let the current take us wherever it wants, deal?"
Flora reclined on a pillowed bench, a tray of drinks sweating beside her—fruit-heavy cocktails adorned with mint and sugared rims—and a platter of sweet-salty snacks laid out between her and Sohalia. She wore a bikini the colour of tropical orchids, curls twisted into a lazy knot atop her head, her skin gleaming from saltwater and sun. A large sunhat lay discarded near her ankles, and Spice was draped bonelessly across the edge of the table, lazily flicking her tail toward the occasional help.
"Okay," Flora said, propping her chin on her hand and tipping her glass toward Sohalia with an easy grin. "You know how you said you shift into a snowy owl? That totally counts for flying expertise, so congratulations—you’ve been drafted into helping me not screw up my quest."
She took a sip, then pointed a chip in Soh’s direction like a makeshift wand. "Twenty questions about flying, and then we can turn on some music and let the current take us wherever it wants, deal?"
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
