flora
Spice, of course, takes Sol’s delight as a personal challenge, letting out a triumphant trill as she launches herself right back at him. She’s all snowy wings and smug energy, flopping dramatically into a roll that sends both dragons tumbling through the dust like scaled tumbleweeds. Flora doesn’t bother intervening—they were far too evenly matched and far too invested for either to accept a ceasefire.
She grins at Zavien as he offers her the punchy opportunity of her dreams, her nose scrunching up in something fond and just a little bit wicked. "We should come up with a codeword. Y’know, something subtle and elegant." A thoughtful pause. "Like… me stomping across the deck with murder in my eyes."
There’s a sparkle in her expression, but her posture shifts a little more seriously as she glances at the terrain. "No gear," she decides breezily, brushing her curls back off her brow. "If I show up to a pool party in anything less than a bikini, Pierce’ll clock me as having something up my sleeve before I can even swing."
Her fingers curl into a fist as she watches Spice roll Sol onto his back with a victorious chirrup. "I wanna work on placement—punches that’ll actually land hard, and maybe...ways to make a guy that big trip over himself." She flashes Zavien a smile that’s all teeth and trouble. "Besides he can make this barrier thing that makes magic not work so, whatever I do, it's gotta be all me."
She grins at Zavien as he offers her the punchy opportunity of her dreams, her nose scrunching up in something fond and just a little bit wicked. "We should come up with a codeword. Y’know, something subtle and elegant." A thoughtful pause. "Like… me stomping across the deck with murder in my eyes."
There’s a sparkle in her expression, but her posture shifts a little more seriously as she glances at the terrain. "No gear," she decides breezily, brushing her curls back off her brow. "If I show up to a pool party in anything less than a bikini, Pierce’ll clock me as having something up my sleeve before I can even swing."
Her fingers curl into a fist as she watches Spice roll Sol onto his back with a victorious chirrup. "I wanna work on placement—punches that’ll actually land hard, and maybe...ways to make a guy that big trip over himself." She flashes Zavien a smile that’s all teeth and trouble. "Besides he can make this barrier thing that makes magic not work so, whatever I do, it's gotta be all me."
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
