your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
The Sugartide cuts a bold streak through the sky, trailing salt-wet wind and sunlight along her stained-glass sails. She shimmers despite the cloud cover, a jewel-headed arrow shot straight toward the belly of something strange and not entirely welcome. Beneath her bare feet, Flora can feel the way the ship trembles — not from weather, not from turbulence, but from the unnatural way the air thickens as they approach. Even Spice, usually gleeful in the wind, clings to a masthead like a pale little gargoyle, wings half-furled.
Flora leans over the rail, jeans cuffed above her ankles and her sweater just barely tucked at the waist, a golden thread glinting along one sleeve. Her curls are damp from sea spray and sweat from navigating through the storm wall, but she exhales like the chaos hasn’t touched her. "Y’know.." she begins, glancing toward Koa with a look that’s almost playful, "...it's so weird this place is still here with the Family gone." Her fingers tap against the helm, gold rings clicking. "Not gonna lie, I kinda thought it was like..their spaceship or whatever."
The Sugartide dips low enough now that the caves yawn like mouths across the landscape, and Flora scrunches her nose, unconsciously inching closer to Koa’s side as she scans for a safe place to anchor. "Anyway, what better place for a totally normal friendship outing?"
Flora leans over the rail, jeans cuffed above her ankles and her sweater just barely tucked at the waist, a golden thread glinting along one sleeve. Her curls are damp from sea spray and sweat from navigating through the storm wall, but she exhales like the chaos hasn’t touched her. "Y’know.." she begins, glancing toward Koa with a look that’s almost playful, "...it's so weird this place is still here with the Family gone." Her fingers tap against the helm, gold rings clicking. "Not gonna lie, I kinda thought it was like..their spaceship or whatever."
The Sugartide dips low enough now that the caves yawn like mouths across the landscape, and Flora scrunches her nose, unconsciously inching closer to Koa’s side as she scans for a safe place to anchor. "Anyway, what better place for a totally normal friendship outing?"
