Flora
Her brows lift, the motion sharp before she exhales through her nose in something just shy of a scoff. She brought it on herself by dressing the way she likes instead of the way that might earn her respect from men who measure authority by how many layers you’ve got on. Still, gods, it’d be nice to be taken seriously without having to sharpen her voice into a weapon every time.
More than familiar with Jack’s little pauses, she bites down on a smile before it can bloom, turning it into a small, deliberate clearing of her throat instead. "I came across one of Rae’s Lilys the other day," she says with a slight wrinkle of her nose. "Now that the Family is gone it sure seems like everyone has forgotten that there's still an infection around, so.."
She’s no telepath, but after this long she doesn’t need to be; she can almost hear what Jack's thinking. "And before you start, my dads have already given me enough dragon-dodging tips to fill a book. I’ll be fine." Of course fine for Flora wasn't usually the same as for other people, but nevermindbecause she has the levelling reward, soooooo.
Right on cue, a high trill cuts through the port’s din, and Spice drops from the sky in a swirl of pale wings and frost, the blast of cold air whipping through her curls as the dragon wheels overhead. The icy shimmer she leaves in her wake makes the sunlight scatter, as if to underline the point: dragon duty covered.
More than familiar with Jack’s little pauses, she bites down on a smile before it can bloom, turning it into a small, deliberate clearing of her throat instead. "I came across one of Rae’s Lilys the other day," she says with a slight wrinkle of her nose. "Now that the Family is gone it sure seems like everyone has forgotten that there's still an infection around, so.."
She’s no telepath, but after this long she doesn’t need to be; she can almost hear what Jack's thinking. "And before you start, my dads have already given me enough dragon-dodging tips to fill a book. I’ll be fine." Of course fine for Flora wasn't usually the same as for other people, but nevermind
Right on cue, a high trill cuts through the port’s din, and Spice drops from the sky in a swirl of pale wings and frost, the blast of cold air whipping through her curls as the dragon wheels overhead. The icy shimmer she leaves in her wake makes the sunlight scatter, as if to underline the point: dragon duty covered.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
