Flora
As the first splatter of something saucy and suspicious hits the sand nearby, Flora narrows her eyes, instinctively stepping slightly in front of Theea and Sohalia. It’s not that she’s afraid of a little mess—in fact, on any other day, she’d be in the mess, wielding condiments like weapons and already halfway to stealing someone’s sandal as a shield.
But today isn’t about her.
It’s aboutTheea meeting her uncles. It’s about Sohalia not melting down every time Koa so much as breathes in her direction. And as Remi’s wing stretches out to shield them—majestic, golden, and absolutely excessive—Flora huffs and shoots him a grateful look all the same.
"Alright," she chirps, grabbing Theea’s hand and reaching for Sohalia with the other. "Let’s move before someone throws ribs at your face." Her tone is breezy, but herding them toward safety is a mission worthy of a queen.
She veers toward one of the buffet tables with admirable precision, scooping up a plate and efficiently piling it with the best of what hasn’t yet become collateral damage. "Introductions can totally continue somewhere a little less..." she glances back as a hunk of corn-on-the-cob goes whizzing by, "...militarized."
With food in hand and purpose in her stride, Flora steers the girls toward the far edge of the beach, where the breeze still smells like charcoal and sea salt but not like incoming danger.
Flora tries to steer Soh and Theea out of the food fight!
But today isn’t about her.
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"Alright," she chirps, grabbing Theea’s hand and reaching for Sohalia with the other. "Let’s move before someone throws ribs at your face." Her tone is breezy, but herding them toward safety is a mission worthy of a queen.
She veers toward one of the buffet tables with admirable precision, scooping up a plate and efficiently piling it with the best of what hasn’t yet become collateral damage. "Introductions can totally continue somewhere a little less..." she glances back as a hunk of corn-on-the-cob goes whizzing by, "...militarized."
With food in hand and purpose in her stride, Flora steers the girls toward the far edge of the beach, where the breeze still smells like charcoal and sea salt but not like incoming danger.
Flora tries to steer Soh and Theea out of the food fight!
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why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
