never be so kind you forget to be clever
There’s a bright splash as Flora takes a few careful steps backward in the water, the waves parting and collapsing in odd little crescents around her ankles. "Whoa.." she says with a low, amused laugh, her voice edged with mirth but also caution, like someone trying to soothe a startled animal. "Didn’t think a little arm tap would summon your inner gladiator."
His tension doesn’t go unnoticed—she’s half a heartbeat from going fully visible, just in case—but when his voice steadies into something more playful, she remains hidden. There’s a mischievous hum as she lets the silence stretch, only the sea and his own thoughts to fill the gap. "Not often invited to invisible conversations, huh?" she muses, clearly entertained. "Shame."
A pause, deliberate and teasing. "Well...if you're feeling particularly clever, you could try and guess who I am?" The light shimmers where she stands, a ripple that flickers across his peripheral vision like heat off stone. "Here’s a hint: I know who you are."
His tension doesn’t go unnoticed—she’s half a heartbeat from going fully visible, just in case—but when his voice steadies into something more playful, she remains hidden. There’s a mischievous hum as she lets the silence stretch, only the sea and his own thoughts to fill the gap. "Not often invited to invisible conversations, huh?" she muses, clearly entertained. "Shame."
A pause, deliberate and teasing. "Well...if you're feeling particularly clever, you could try and guess who I am?" The light shimmers where she stands, a ripple that flickers across his peripheral vision like heat off stone. "Here’s a hint: I know who you are."
