flora
The hush that had wrapped around them like a cloak finally begins to lift, pierced by the rising murmur of the city. Somewhere near the edge of the plaza, a sharp voice rises above the din—indignant, nasal, and entirely unimportant.
“You can’t just leave your skyship in the middle of the plaza!”
Flora doesn’t even flinch. She merely tucks Soh closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her up with the quiet, practiced strength of someone who’s done this before. "Ughh," she mutters, lips brushing the edge of Soh’s temple. "Come on. Let’s get out of here."
Turning her back on the complaints and stares, Flora steers them gently but firmly through the square, her other hand gesturing Spice down from her lazy spiral overhead. "I’ve got snacks on the Sugartide," she says softly, offering it like a lifeline. "And blankets. And a ridiculous amount of soft pillows. We can curl up, eat something sweet, and nap above the clouds until things feel a little less awful."
The words are easy, light, but underneath them is the steady promise she’s always offered Sohalia: I’ve got you.
And with that, the Queen of Torchline ferries her best friend through the murmuring plaza and back aboard her skyship, leaving only glittering frost and furious officials in her wake.
~FIN
“You can’t just leave your skyship in the middle of the plaza!”
Flora doesn’t even flinch. She merely tucks Soh closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her up with the quiet, practiced strength of someone who’s done this before. "Ughh," she mutters, lips brushing the edge of Soh’s temple. "Come on. Let’s get out of here."
Turning her back on the complaints and stares, Flora steers them gently but firmly through the square, her other hand gesturing Spice down from her lazy spiral overhead. "I’ve got snacks on the Sugartide," she says softly, offering it like a lifeline. "And blankets. And a ridiculous amount of soft pillows. We can curl up, eat something sweet, and nap above the clouds until things feel a little less awful."
The words are easy, light, but underneath them is the steady promise she’s always offered Sohalia: I’ve got you.
And with that, the Queen of Torchline ferries her best friend through the murmuring plaza and back aboard her skyship, leaving only glittering frost and furious officials in her wake.
~FIN
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
