The harbour smells like sun-warmed salt and the kind of effort that clings to skin and clothing after too many days without rest. Flora stands on the dock with her curls pulled high and her hands on her hips, gold rings catching the light as she surveys the trio gathered with her. Spice lounges lazily in a coiled curve on the ropes nearby, her icy breath hissing occasionally over the edge into the seafoam below.
"I know this part’s always a pain in the ass," she says without preamble, tone dry but not without a bit of sparkle. "But the faster we get it done, the faster we raise a giant middle finger to the Family. And if that’s not worth hauling shells for, I don’t know what is." Even if it was the worst of the tasks.
The shells themselves are in baskets at her feet, gleaming like fragments of captured sunset. "So.Hadama, I think you should take the outer islands—Kuali’i and Metacarpal." She glances to the demigod, trusting in his reliability the way she might trust the tide to return. "The Ark’s the biggest, and fastest, so Jack, you’re on Apopo. Once you’ve got that sorted, you can circle around to Aumakua."
Turning slightly, her aquamarine gaze finds Melita, her smirk twitching wider. "And you and I can handle the mainland—the Miana Pool, Rainbow Road, and the Port—with the Firecracker and Sugartide."
She pauses then, sweeping her gaze over the three of them, expression momentarily all business beneath the shimmer of sweat and sun. "Everyone good with where they’re stationed? Any changes, requests, last-minute dramatic monologues?" A brow lifts, golden and expectant. "Speak now or forever hold your saltwater."
8 Round PQ, WE CAN FUCKIN' DO THIS.
1. Flora
2. Melita
3.Hadama
4. Jack
1/8: Arrive, say if you're good with your assignment, and if so, grab your shells.
"I know this part’s always a pain in the ass," she says without preamble, tone dry but not without a bit of sparkle. "But the faster we get it done, the faster we raise a giant middle finger to the Family. And if that’s not worth hauling shells for, I don’t know what is." Even if it was the worst of the tasks.
The shells themselves are in baskets at her feet, gleaming like fragments of captured sunset. "So.
Turning slightly, her aquamarine gaze finds Melita, her smirk twitching wider. "And you and I can handle the mainland—the Miana Pool, Rainbow Road, and the Port—with the Firecracker and Sugartide."
She pauses then, sweeping her gaze over the three of them, expression momentarily all business beneath the shimmer of sweat and sun. "Everyone good with where they’re stationed? Any changes, requests, last-minute dramatic monologues?" A brow lifts, golden and expectant. "Speak now or forever hold your saltwater."
8 Round PQ, WE CAN FUCKIN' DO THIS.
1. Flora
2. Melita
3.
4. Jack
1/8: Arrive, say if you're good with your assignment, and if so, grab your shells.
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Sugartide
