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Flora lets out a little hmmph of agreement, nodding as she polishes off the mango with a flick of her fingers. "Yeah, going into the wind sucks," she confirms, licking a bit of juice from her thumb before continuing. "You can angle your sails and kind of tack back and forth—like zigzag your way forward—but it’s way slower. It’s more work, more strategy, and honestly just more annoying." Her eyes narrow, nose scrunching in distaste. "Jack has air magic and...until I tried sailing by myself, I don't think I ever realized how fucking useful that is."
She shifts, folding one leg over the other and sighing into the sun-drenched peace of their little corner. Spice is curled nearby, lazily exhaling the occasional cool breeze like a glorified fan. "I guess flying’s not all that different then. I just hadn’t thought about how much the air itself matters, y’know?" She squints up at the sky, watching a hel wheel through a warm updraft. "I thought once you were up, you just...stayed up."
Glancing back at Soh, she tips her head curiously. How long can you stay up for? Like, on a super average day?"
She shifts, folding one leg over the other and sighing into the sun-drenched peace of their little corner. Spice is curled nearby, lazily exhaling the occasional cool breeze like a glorified fan. "I guess flying’s not all that different then. I just hadn’t thought about how much the air itself matters, y’know?" She squints up at the sky, watching a hel wheel through a warm updraft. "I thought once you were up, you just...stayed up."
Glancing back at Soh, she tips her head curiously. How long can you stay up for? Like, on a super average day?"
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
