karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
"Ooooooh, truffles?" Flora coos, the word drawn out like honey dripping from a spoon. Her delight is tangible in the sultry shimmer of her voice, lingering in the humid air as her feathered dagger flashes through the canopy light—thwick!—and lands with precise elegance in the sand beside Hadama’s foot, like a calling card rather than a threat. The gravity spike answers a heartbeat later, warping the space with a heavy thrum of power. But Flora is already in motion, dancing lightly to the side, invisible toes skimming over sun-warmed sand as the spike slams into where she was moments before. A puff of grit bursts upward, but it's met only with her laughter, trailing off to the left like a breeze curling away from a storm.
"Getting warmer~," she teases, her voice shifting with her movement, a playfully haunting echo threading through the jungle’s hissing leaves.
Above them, another dagger whistles into the air—this one thrown high, far above the palms. It vanishes among the red-and-green foliage, only to reverse course a moment later as Flora recalls it with a subtle twitch of her palm. It slices back down through the canopy with a rustle and a snap, disturbing a flurry of oversized leaves that tumble down like lazy confetti around Hadama, dappling him in broken light and fluttering shadows.
"Oops," her voice croons again, impossibly pleased. "Leaf it to me to make things difficult."
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"Getting warmer~," she teases, her voice shifting with her movement, a playfully haunting echo threading through the jungle’s hissing leaves.
Above them, another dagger whistles into the air—this one thrown high, far above the palms. It vanishes among the red-and-green foliage, only to reverse course a moment later as Flora recalls it with a subtle twitch of her palm. It slices back down through the canopy with a rustle and a snap, disturbing a flurry of oversized leaves that tumble down like lazy confetti around Hadama, dappling him in broken light and fluttering shadows.
"Oops," her voice croons again, impossibly pleased. "Leaf it to me to make things difficult."
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