flora
Flora closes the last few strides with her arms already out, catching Theea in a hug that’s all sun-warmed affection and the easy squeeze of family she’s only just found but refuses to hold at arm’s length. She pulls back with a grin that’s half mischief, half unrestrained delight, eyebrows bouncing as though they’ve just been handed the keys to some grand adventure. "We are going to have so much fun doing this," she promises, like the word fun covers both sawdust and whatever trouble might bloom along the way.
Her attention flicks over at the sound of wheels over sand, and for a heartbeat she’s visibly surprised to seeDamien stepping into the fold—though the surprise smooths quickly into a sly, wry smile. "Well, look at you," she calls, tilting her head toward his cart of supplies. "At this rate you’re going to have helped all of Torchline rebuild before the season’s out." The tease is light, but there’s genuine approval threaded in with it, the kind that says she’s glad he’s here, even if she hadn’t expected him.
When Calypso appears on the periphery, Flora doesn’t let even a shadow of old awkwardness creep into her face. Instead, she offers a warm smile and an easy wave, sun catching the gold on her fingers. Whatever tension she’d once imagined between them, it had been Kai’s to bear, not Caly’s—and gods knew she wasn’t about to hand him the power to sour another day.
As Theea rattles off the list of tasks, Flora’s grin turns a touch wicked, eyes brightening like she’s just heard the magic word. "Oven!" she calls immediately. With a whistle for Spice—who flutters after her in a pale streak of wings—she disappears toward the kitchen, clearly prepared to evict whatever unfortunate creature thought it could set up rent-free in her cousin’s domain.
Left on the porch, Remi’s grin is easy. "I’ll be the muscle or extra arms wherever you need them," he offers, a glint of humour in his voice before he tips his head toward Ronin in mock deference.
Flora picks OVEN and heads inside with Spice!
Remi will help out with whatever task Ronin decides on!
Her attention flicks over at the sound of wheels over sand, and for a heartbeat she’s visibly surprised to see
When Calypso appears on the periphery, Flora doesn’t let even a shadow of old awkwardness creep into her face. Instead, she offers a warm smile and an easy wave, sun catching the gold on her fingers. Whatever tension she’d once imagined between them, it had been Kai’s to bear, not Caly’s—and gods knew she wasn’t about to hand him the power to sour another day.
As Theea rattles off the list of tasks, Flora’s grin turns a touch wicked, eyes brightening like she’s just heard the magic word. "Oven!" she calls immediately. With a whistle for Spice—who flutters after her in a pale streak of wings—she disappears toward the kitchen, clearly prepared to evict whatever unfortunate creature thought it could set up rent-free in her cousin’s domain.
Left on the porch, Remi’s grin is easy. "I’ll be the muscle or extra arms wherever you need them," he offers, a glint of humour in his voice before he tips his head toward Ronin in mock deference.
Flora picks OVEN and heads inside with Spice!
Remi will help out with whatever task Ronin decides on!
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
