flora
A chuckle slips from the empty air, trailing after Colt’s laughter like seafoam curling beneath a stronger current. "Well, good to know that wasn’t your wish," Flora says, her voice light despite the blood still warm on her invisible blade. "But honestly? Nature Frey always gave me more survival-of-the-fittest vibes than harmony-and-honeybee energy. That snake could’ve stayed curled up in its hole, but noooo, it had to yeet itself out of the dark like it wanted a dramatic entrance." The queen huffs under her breath, offering another invisible shrug. "They really are just a go with the flow kinda deity though, y'know what I mean? If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't even have been born." Colt could take that how she liked it. "Of all of them, they're definitely the least likely to get rattled, anyway."
There’s the soft hiss of steel sliding against cloth as Flora wipes the blade clean, her tone still airy even as she works with quiet, practiced efficiency. "Anyway, probably best I don’t stick around long enough to curse your horse too. I’ve had more than enough uninvited guests for one evening."
She doesn’t say goodbye aloud. Instead, a wave—pointless, invisible—flutters through the air between them before she turns and slips away into the shadows. Her footsteps are soft, vanishing before they ever quite begin, leaving only the faint scent of salt and violets lingering behind as the Dreaming Well swallows Colt’s wish whole.
~FIN
There’s the soft hiss of steel sliding against cloth as Flora wipes the blade clean, her tone still airy even as she works with quiet, practiced efficiency. "Anyway, probably best I don’t stick around long enough to curse your horse too. I’ve had more than enough uninvited guests for one evening."
She doesn’t say goodbye aloud. Instead, a wave—pointless, invisible—flutters through the air between them before she turns and slips away into the shadows. Her footsteps are soft, vanishing before they ever quite begin, leaving only the faint scent of salt and violets lingering behind as the Dreaming Well swallows Colt’s wish whole.
~FIN
How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
Will you still want me when I'm nothing new?
