flora
Flora huffs, scowling in mock-agreement as she fires another stone into the bucket like it personally insulted her. "Oh, one hundred percent. I’ll try to give you a heads up if I decide to take the shot," she says brightly. "That way if I get straight-up murdered for it, you can at least give a super dramatic retelling at my funeral."
Melita’s offer about flight practice has her humming thoughtfully as she adds another chunk of volcanic glass to the bucket. "Open water sounds perfect," she agrees, mentally filing away a few coastal spots she could test the Sugar Tide's limits at—preferably ones not directly under the Ark’s shadow.
At the mention of Hadama’s lectures, Flora just grins, the picture of royal irresponsibility. "Oh, I just nod solemnly and tell him I’ll get people on it...I never do, though." She tosses one last gleaming rock into the near-brimming bucket and dusts her hands like the task has been some grand, mythical trial. "Alright. That looks like one shit-ton to me, what about you?"
Melita’s offer about flight practice has her humming thoughtfully as she adds another chunk of volcanic glass to the bucket. "Open water sounds perfect," she agrees, mentally filing away a few coastal spots she could test the Sugar Tide's limits at—preferably ones not directly under the Ark’s shadow.
At the mention of Hadama’s lectures, Flora just grins, the picture of royal irresponsibility. "Oh, I just nod solemnly and tell him I’ll get people on it...I never do, though." She tosses one last gleaming rock into the near-brimming bucket and dusts her hands like the task has been some grand, mythical trial. "Alright. That looks like one shit-ton to me, what about you?"
damn they don't make them like this anymore
