flora
Spice narrows her icy blue eyes at Sol’s smoke-puffing antics like she’s weighing whether to respond with dignity or chaos—and chooses the latter. With an undignified squeak, she launches herself from Flora’s shoulders like a snowball shot from a cannon, aiming to body-check the other dragon mid-spin. Wrestling commences immediately in a flurry of frosty breath and delighted squeals, their antics sending little puffs of dust and sparkle skittering down the Righteous Road.
Flora watches with a fond shake of her head before turning back to Zavien, her curls already beginning to frizz despite Spice’s efforts. "Everyone has off days," she says with a shrug, her voice more gentle than teasing. "And you were still super helpful."
Her smile turns more crooked, a glint of amusement returning to her aqua eyes. "I figured I’d follow Vox’s oh-so-friendly advice and work on punching." Her hand lifts, loosely curling into a fist as if testing the idea. Then, with a saccharine sweetness that should absolutely not be trusted, she adds, "Besides. I want to be prepared, y’know? Just in case there’s an opening to clock Pierce in the face during his pool party." She beams at him. "You wouldn’t deny a girl her dream, would you?"
Flora watches with a fond shake of her head before turning back to Zavien, her curls already beginning to frizz despite Spice’s efforts. "Everyone has off days," she says with a shrug, her voice more gentle than teasing. "And you were still super helpful."
Her smile turns more crooked, a glint of amusement returning to her aqua eyes. "I figured I’d follow Vox’s oh-so-friendly advice and work on punching." Her hand lifts, loosely curling into a fist as if testing the idea. Then, with a saccharine sweetness that should absolutely not be trusted, she adds, "Besides. I want to be prepared, y’know? Just in case there’s an opening to clock Pierce in the face during his pool party." She beams at him. "You wouldn’t deny a girl her dream, would you?"
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