flora
Flora chuckles, the sound light and musical as it tumbles down through the wind. "That rounds rough," she calls down, amusement curling at the edges of her words. "Doing chores twice sounds like the absolute worst."
She adjusts the wheel with a flick of her wrist, and the Sugartide obliges like a well-trained cat, dipping lower with a slow, graceful tilt until her lavender-draped hull hovers just above the shifting sands of Panacea’s little island. Rainbow light still dances across the water and dunes as the sails catch the sun, and Spice flutters down to perch lightly on the edge of the deck, her little claws clicking as she peers curiously at the woman below.
At the mention of the name Panacea, Flora lifts her brows in recognition, brow furrowing thoughtfully as if flipping through a mental catalogue. "Healer, huh?" she calls, shading her eyes with a hand. "Yeah, I think I’ve heard of some of your work." Something about a tea that fixes hangovers comes to mind.
There’s a glint in her aqua eyes as she leans casually against the railing. "I’m Flora," she says simply, offering no titles, no elaborate introductions. "Not in need of healing, but figured I’d check before you got swept off to a new island and found yourself accidentally halfway to the Maw." She gestures at the archipelago with a loose flick of her fingers. "These islands’ve got more mood swings than a bar full of exes."
She adjusts the wheel with a flick of her wrist, and the Sugartide obliges like a well-trained cat, dipping lower with a slow, graceful tilt until her lavender-draped hull hovers just above the shifting sands of Panacea’s little island. Rainbow light still dances across the water and dunes as the sails catch the sun, and Spice flutters down to perch lightly on the edge of the deck, her little claws clicking as she peers curiously at the woman below.
At the mention of the name Panacea, Flora lifts her brows in recognition, brow furrowing thoughtfully as if flipping through a mental catalogue. "Healer, huh?" she calls, shading her eyes with a hand. "Yeah, I think I’ve heard of some of your work." Something about a tea that fixes hangovers comes to mind.
There’s a glint in her aqua eyes as she leans casually against the railing. "I’m Flora," she says simply, offering no titles, no elaborate introductions. "Not in need of healing, but figured I’d check before you got swept off to a new island and found yourself accidentally halfway to the Maw." She gestures at the archipelago with a loose flick of her fingers. "These islands’ve got more mood swings than a bar full of exes."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
