Theea
there exists no mightier miracle than this:
“Wha—?” I barely get the word out before Flora grabs my hand and pulls. One second I’m answering Remi and Ronin—my brain still trying to string words together like a normal person—and the next, I’m being herded across the sand like a sheep fleeing a smoked, sauce-slick war zone.
My eyes are wide, heart still hammering from the weight of them—from Remi’s wing curving like a shield in front of us, from Ronin glowing like some divine sun god at high noon. And then there's Flora, breezy as a summer storm, stacking a plate, like this isn’t a surreal fever dream wrapped in sun and smoke and family ghosts. I glance at Sohalia —wide-eyed, a little breathless, and smiling a little at the ridiculousness of the moment.
“Yeah, okay—good call,” I manage, glancing behind us just in time to see what might’ve been a whole pork shoulder sail through the air. “Definitely not how I imagined that going.”
Theea follows Flora and Sohalia!
My eyes are wide, heart still hammering from the weight of them—from Remi’s wing curving like a shield in front of us, from Ronin glowing like some divine sun god at high noon. And then there's Flora, breezy as a summer storm, stacking a plate, like this isn’t a surreal fever dream wrapped in sun and smoke and family ghosts. I glance at Sohalia —wide-eyed, a little breathless, and smiling a little at the ridiculousness of the moment.
“Yeah, okay—good call,” I manage, glancing behind us just in time to see what might’ve been a whole pork shoulder sail through the air. “Definitely not how I imagined that going.”
Theea follows Flora and Sohalia!
to feel.
