flora
"Probably," Flora agrees, tapping her glass thoughtfully against her knee. "But before I start questing for enchanted rigging or whatever else, I’m getting some kind of cannon on the Sugar Tide. Or a horn. Or literally anything to stop Jack from dive-bombing me with the Ark like I’m a fucking buoy he can just sail through." She flashes Sohalia a dry, crooked grin, but the sparkle in her eyes says she’s only mostly kidding.
Still, she listens as Soh explains the reality of long-distance flight, brows lifting at the mention of a few hundred miles. "Damn," she whistles low. "Guess I’ve got a ways to go." She doesn’t sound disheartened, though—if anything, she seems energized by the idea of figuring it out on her own. Her gaze drifts back up toward the sky, thoughtful.
But then her eyes flick to Soh again and a sly grin blooms across her face. "Guess I’ll have to learn a lot more by doing," she says, setting her glass aside with a lazy stretch. "But for now, I’m thinking we put all that strategy talk on hold and focus on something way more important." She flops back on the blanket beside Sohalia, one arm flung wide and her curls spilling like honey across the fabric.
"Operation: Tanning," she announces. "Priority level: critical. You're still waaaaaaaay too pale for how long you've lived here."
~FIN
Still, she listens as Soh explains the reality of long-distance flight, brows lifting at the mention of a few hundred miles. "Damn," she whistles low. "Guess I’ve got a ways to go." She doesn’t sound disheartened, though—if anything, she seems energized by the idea of figuring it out on her own. Her gaze drifts back up toward the sky, thoughtful.
But then her eyes flick to Soh again and a sly grin blooms across her face. "Guess I’ll have to learn a lot more by doing," she says, setting her glass aside with a lazy stretch. "But for now, I’m thinking we put all that strategy talk on hold and focus on something way more important." She flops back on the blanket beside Sohalia, one arm flung wide and her curls spilling like honey across the fabric.
"Operation: Tanning," she announces. "Priority level: critical. You're still waaaaaaaay too pale for how long you've lived here."
~FIN
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
