Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Flora flashes a bright smile the moment she lets herself be seen, curls catching the sunlight that spills down through the open hatch like gold poured from a pitcher. "I always have time for you," she says, voice warm as the drink she starts mixing. Her bracelets jingle softly as she leans over her private stash, pulling out a bottle of something pale and citrusy, pouring with an elegant swirl into two sleek glasses before topping them with something fizzy and just a little dangerous.
Over her shoulder, she throws Caly a mischievous look. "Wasn’t it?" There’s no need to clarify what it refers to. The whole of the pool party had been a kaleidoscope of chaos and glittering tension—and Flora had stood at the centre of it all, albeit invisibly, but she had started it with her chicken-fight callout. "You alright, though? You and your siblings?" she asks, tone light but eyes flicking toward Caly’s face with quiet intent. "I managed to get what I needed from Pierce. Enough blood to protect Torchline’s coast."
She holds up both drinks, turning them gently in her hands so the sunlight hits them just so. "Spiiiiiice," she calls with a lift of her brows, and the small white dragon obliges with a quick puff of cold air. Instantly, frost feathers across the glasses, blooming like morning ice on sailcloth. Flora hands one to Caly and lifts hers in salute. "To girls who don’t flinch at a bit of hard work, mm?" Glass clinks against glass with a soft, crystalline note, and she takes a sip, watching Caly over the rim.
Over her shoulder, she throws Caly a mischievous look. "Wasn’t it?" There’s no need to clarify what it refers to. The whole of the pool party had been a kaleidoscope of chaos and glittering tension—and Flora had stood at the centre of it all, albeit invisibly, but she had started it with her chicken-fight callout. "You alright, though? You and your siblings?" she asks, tone light but eyes flicking toward Caly’s face with quiet intent. "I managed to get what I needed from Pierce. Enough blood to protect Torchline’s coast."
She holds up both drinks, turning them gently in her hands so the sunlight hits them just so. "Spiiiiiice," she calls with a lift of her brows, and the small white dragon obliges with a quick puff of cold air. Instantly, frost feathers across the glasses, blooming like morning ice on sailcloth. Flora hands one to Caly and lifts hers in salute. "To girls who don’t flinch at a bit of hard work, mm?" Glass clinks against glass with a soft, crystalline note, and she takes a sip, watching Caly over the rim.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
