you put me on & said i was your favourite
The sun slants low over the Hollowed Grounds, casting long shadows across the Bone Bridges as Flora strides across one of the bleached spans like she owns the whole thing. Her heels clack with determined precision, the hem of her sundress fluttering in the breeze as she gestures with one hand, the other clutching a half-finished iced coffee that’s definitely not helping her energy levels.
"So there I am," she says, her voice pitching upward like a conductor building to a crescendo, "just waiting for Hadama to come back safely, when I see him." Her eyes roll skyward like the gods themselves need to get a load of this. "Coming back from Starfall."
She throws her arm wide, nearly whacking a passing bird. "So I obviously I raise a mayday flag to try and make them stop." Another dramatic sip. "Only it was apparently the man overboard flag, but whatever, they stopped anyway."
Her bangles jingle as she paces a tight little circle mid-bridge, fire still flickering behind her sea-glass eyes. "And then we talk, a bit about why he was on Starfall and if the others he'd gone with were okay, but mostly we fought. Again. With him ending the conversation saying that we didn't mean anything to one another and that I should just go."
Flora stops, eyes wide, hands spread as if inviting Sohalia to marvel at the audacity of it. Then, a sigh escapes her like the wind out of a sail. She turns, resting her forearms against the bridge’s bone-white railing, her curls catching the light in a halo of frustrated golden chaos. "And then," she mutters, "like two days later, I run into him at the Port."
Her tone flattens with disbelief. "And somehow, we end up eating popsicles and having breakfast?? And I even cut his hair for him, like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just torn my heart out and thrown it into the ocean wrapped in stormclouds and guilt." She glances sideways at Sohalia, her expression caught between outrage and bewilderment. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"
"So there I am," she says, her voice pitching upward like a conductor building to a crescendo, "just waiting for Hadama to come back safely, when I see him." Her eyes roll skyward like the gods themselves need to get a load of this. "Coming back from Starfall."
She throws her arm wide, nearly whacking a passing bird. "So I obviously I raise a mayday flag to try and make them stop." Another dramatic sip. "Only it was apparently the man overboard flag, but whatever, they stopped anyway."
Her bangles jingle as she paces a tight little circle mid-bridge, fire still flickering behind her sea-glass eyes. "And then we talk, a bit about why he was on Starfall and if the others he'd gone with were okay, but mostly we fought. Again. With him ending the conversation saying that we didn't mean anything to one another and that I should just go."
Flora stops, eyes wide, hands spread as if inviting Sohalia to marvel at the audacity of it. Then, a sigh escapes her like the wind out of a sail. She turns, resting her forearms against the bridge’s bone-white railing, her curls catching the light in a halo of frustrated golden chaos. "And then," she mutters, "like two days later, I run into him at the Port."
Her tone flattens with disbelief. "And somehow, we end up eating popsicles and having breakfast?? And I even cut his hair for him, like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just torn my heart out and thrown it into the ocean wrapped in stormclouds and guilt." She glances sideways at Sohalia, her expression caught between outrage and bewilderment. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?"
