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Flora nods thoughtfully, chewing on a sliver of mango as she considers Sohalia’s answer. She hadn't really thought about the whole instinctual element before—probably because she didn’t have a shift to lean on—just a magical boat and a little too much reckless determination. "I guess that makes sense," she muses. "You’re working with instincts that are already built for it. I’m basically throwing myself into the air with vibes and prayers."

Picking at another piece of pineapple, she props her elbow on the edge of the table and gestures lazily with her fruit. "Okay but—when you’re flying, how much harder is it when you’re dealing with wind or thermals versus just flapping along?" she asks. "Like, if the air’s still, do you have to work way harder to stay up? And if there’s a breeze, is it better or just annoying?"

She frowns a little, her gaze drifting out toward the open water. "When I’m sailing, I rely totally on the wind. Like, no wind? No movement. But I haven’t had to think about wind versus no wind when I’m flying before." She lifts a brow toward Sohalia, curiosity sharpening the edges of her voice. "So what happens if you hit, like, a dead patch in the air?"

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We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer

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