flora
Zavien’s agreement steadies something in her. Not the kind of steadiness that makes things easier, but the kind that draws breath into lungs that hadn’t realized they were holding it. So when he drags his hand across the back of his neck—casual, practiced, all part of the plan—Flora surges forward before she can think better of it. Her arms wrap around his middle, tight and brief, her cheek against his chest for the span of a single breath. "Thank you," she whispers, quiet and fiercely meant, before stepping back with all the grace of someone determined not to make a big deal out of it.
Because it was a big deal. And that’s exactly why she couldn’t let it linger.
She turns then, glancing toward the patch of grass where Spice is still locked in her never-ending wrestling match with Sol, the pair of them tumbling like white and gold chaos under the sun. Nodding toward the little dragon, she smiles faintly. "If I don’t see you before the party,”" she says, glancing back to Zavien, “"I’ll see you there."
And with that, the queen heads toward her companion, braid bouncing at her back, the glint of purpose already beginning to return to her stride.
~FIN
Because it was a big deal. And that’s exactly why she couldn’t let it linger.
She turns then, glancing toward the patch of grass where Spice is still locked in her never-ending wrestling match with Sol, the pair of them tumbling like white and gold chaos under the sun. Nodding toward the little dragon, she smiles faintly. "If I don’t see you before the party,”" she says, glancing back to Zavien, “"I’ll see you there."
And with that, the queen heads toward her companion, braid bouncing at her back, the glint of purpose already beginning to return to her stride.
~FIN
I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland
