with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Flora’s brows shoot up, the reaction instant and emphatic. "Saaaame," she says, the word stretched out like it’s half-groan, half-solidarity. There’s no bitterness in the delivery—just the blunt certainty of someone who’s long since mapped out exactly where the cracks came from. The majority of her daddy issues were a direct result of Remi and Ronin's actions when she'd been young.
She could probably be more sympathetic if she tried, but the thought doesn’t stick. Parents might fall short, sure, but to her mind, doing your best was the minimum. If you couldn’t manage that, why have kids in the first place? She and Mateo were proof of what happened when you didn’t—jaded, sharp-edged, and quick to spot where someone was phoning it in.
"What do you mean by ‘convenient’?" she asks, genuinely curious before nodding about the rest. "And yeah, bloodlust… sounds like being hangry, but on steroids. Which, no thanks. I get cranky enough as it is." She tucks her chin down into her scarf, as if the image itself sends a chill through her.
The question about Attuning makes her lips twitch in a half-smile. "Sometimes I’ve thought about it," she admits. "But especially these last few years, it’s been way too convenient to be able to call in my parents—or the heralds—when I need something." Her tone softens, a note of pride slipping in. "When we were trying to save the Mathair after cleansing the Greatwood, I managed to call down Rae. And no amount of being a cool animal could ever come close to that kind of power."
She shrugs, the motion thoughtful this time rather than dismissive. "But...in the future? Who knows."
A few more will-o-wisps drift lazily through the trees ahead, their eerie calls curling through the Leafchange air. Flora just rolls her eyes at them, too used to their antics to give them the satisfaction.
She could probably be more sympathetic if she tried, but the thought doesn’t stick. Parents might fall short, sure, but to her mind, doing your best was the minimum. If you couldn’t manage that, why have kids in the first place? She and Mateo were proof of what happened when you didn’t—jaded, sharp-edged, and quick to spot where someone was phoning it in.
"What do you mean by ‘convenient’?" she asks, genuinely curious before nodding about the rest. "And yeah, bloodlust… sounds like being hangry, but on steroids. Which, no thanks. I get cranky enough as it is." She tucks her chin down into her scarf, as if the image itself sends a chill through her.
The question about Attuning makes her lips twitch in a half-smile. "Sometimes I’ve thought about it," she admits. "But especially these last few years, it’s been way too convenient to be able to call in my parents—or the heralds—when I need something." Her tone softens, a note of pride slipping in. "When we were trying to save the Mathair after cleansing the Greatwood, I managed to call down Rae. And no amount of being a cool animal could ever come close to that kind of power."
She shrugs, the motion thoughtful this time rather than dismissive. "But...in the future? Who knows."
A few more will-o-wisps drift lazily through the trees ahead, their eerie calls curling through the Leafchange air. Flora just rolls her eyes at them, too used to their antics to give them the satisfaction.
