you put me on & said i was your favourite
Flora skids in the grass, her sandals slipping in the wet earth as she hears Soh’s voice snap her name like a whip. "Shit—right, right!" she gasps, yanking her wrist back with a flick to recall the dagger she’d thrown into the delphinid’s flank.
Her breath punches out in rhythm with each footfall, the bridge shrinking behind them until the whisper of waves finally fades. Flora doesn’t stop until she’s clear of the sea’s hungry reach—until her feet are firmly on dirt that won’t collapse under her. Then, and only then, does she spin to a stop, hands on her hips, chest heaving like she just sprinted through a nightmare. (Because, yeah. She sort of did.)
"Fuck those things," she declares, winded and wild-eyed, with a grin that doesn’t quite hide the leftover shake in her limbs. Her curls are stuck to her forehead and there’s a streak of something—mud? blood? ocean gunk?—on her arm, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks at Sohalia, still half-shifted and sharp as blades, and whistles low.
"Okay, so two things," Flora says, holding up a trembling finger. "One: are you alright? And two: since when could you turn into a Tide Jaguar?? That's epic!" The grin that follows is wide and breathless, threaded with admiration and leftover panic.
Her breath punches out in rhythm with each footfall, the bridge shrinking behind them until the whisper of waves finally fades. Flora doesn’t stop until she’s clear of the sea’s hungry reach—until her feet are firmly on dirt that won’t collapse under her. Then, and only then, does she spin to a stop, hands on her hips, chest heaving like she just sprinted through a nightmare. (Because, yeah. She sort of did.)
"Fuck those things," she declares, winded and wild-eyed, with a grin that doesn’t quite hide the leftover shake in her limbs. Her curls are stuck to her forehead and there’s a streak of something—mud? blood? ocean gunk?—on her arm, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She just looks at Sohalia, still half-shifted and sharp as blades, and whistles low.
"Okay, so two things," Flora says, holding up a trembling finger. "One: are you alright? And two: since when could you turn into a Tide Jaguar?? That's epic!" The grin that follows is wide and breathless, threaded with admiration and leftover panic.
