never be so kind you forget to be clever
Flora’s brows lift with interest, a slow smirk creeping across her lips. "If you wanna pull some shit, I’m in," she says easily, tapping a fingernail against her thigh like she’s already mapping out a plan. "Mateo and I were just up in Hak Etme the other day and we got immediately attacked. Like, barely touched the sand before something was trying to eat us." She punctuates it with another flicked glance toward the distant island, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
At the mention of the party, her expression softens into a sigh and she gives a reluctant nod, brushing her curls back off her shoulders. "Yeah. For the same reasons, I guess. See who shows up, who doesn’t, what happens." Her gaze turns sidelong, speculative. "You think it’ll be in Stormbreak? Like…at the Eye? Or do you think the creep’ll throw it on Starfall, just to make it extra cursed?" The question’s half-joking, but only just. Knowing Vox and Pierce, nothing was off the table.
At the mention of the party, her expression softens into a sigh and she gives a reluctant nod, brushing her curls back off her shoulders. "Yeah. For the same reasons, I guess. See who shows up, who doesn’t, what happens." Her gaze turns sidelong, speculative. "You think it’ll be in Stormbreak? Like…at the Eye? Or do you think the creep’ll throw it on Starfall, just to make it extra cursed?" The question’s half-joking, but only just. Knowing Vox and Pierce, nothing was off the table.
