flora
Flora snorts, rolling her eyes like she might fling them straight into the crater below at the mention of the Honeybee's rock collection. Still, the grin she throws her friend is fond and mischievous, especially as another stone clunks into the bucket with unnecessary flourish.
At the mention of having to avoid others while sailing an invisible ship, she groans dramatically, flinging her arms wide as if the gods themselves might witness her suffering. "Fuck, that's a good point. I lost the wind the other day and was just drifting, right? And who nearly runs me over?" She doesn’t wait for an answer, already lifting her brows with incredulous emphasis.
Her curls bounce as she shakes her head, expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "I mean, I was literally just lying there. No wind, sails slack, getting a tan. And suddenly whoosh, angry ex's and self-loathing bearing down on me at forty knots, and there's no way Murph didn't see me."
She huffs, sending another rock flying into Mel’s bucket like a missile. "So yeah, maybe I need a backup for invisibility if I'm already getting run into when they can see me from miles away." Assholes.
As for Hadama, Flora eyes her friend like she’s been tricked into a fever dream. "Are you sure it wasn’t a mirage? A trick of the light? I can’t even picture him playing chicken, let alone doing something like racing. I always figured if you handed him a water gun, he’d just sigh and give you a lecture about regional aquatic etiquette."
But at the mention of cannons, Flora lights up. "Shut up." She bends to snatch up a particularly shiny stone, inspecting it before dropping it reverently into Melita’s bucket. "I will collect every rock on this damn volcano if that’s the plan. That's epic. How many do you think you'll need?"
At the mention of having to avoid others while sailing an invisible ship, she groans dramatically, flinging her arms wide as if the gods themselves might witness her suffering. "Fuck, that's a good point. I lost the wind the other day and was just drifting, right? And who nearly runs me over?" She doesn’t wait for an answer, already lifting her brows with incredulous emphasis.
Her curls bounce as she shakes her head, expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. "I mean, I was literally just lying there. No wind, sails slack, getting a tan. And suddenly whoosh, angry ex's and self-loathing bearing down on me at forty knots, and there's no way Murph didn't see me."
She huffs, sending another rock flying into Mel’s bucket like a missile. "So yeah, maybe I need a backup for invisibility if I'm already getting run into when they can see me from miles away." Assholes.
As for Hadama, Flora eyes her friend like she’s been tricked into a fever dream. "Are you sure it wasn’t a mirage? A trick of the light? I can’t even picture him playing chicken, let alone doing something like racing. I always figured if you handed him a water gun, he’d just sigh and give you a lecture about regional aquatic etiquette."
But at the mention of cannons, Flora lights up. "Shut up." She bends to snatch up a particularly shiny stone, inspecting it before dropping it reverently into Melita’s bucket. "I will collect every rock on this damn volcano if that’s the plan. That's epic. How many do you think you'll need?"
damn they don't make them like this anymore
