karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Flora’s grin blooms quick, her brows bouncing once in amused acknowledgement. "Paperwork in jail?" she echoes, shaking her head with a soft laugh. "No chance. I’m not nearly foolish enough to leave a paper trail when I’m abusing my power." The remark comes with a glint of mischief, her voice smoothing it over like the shine on sea glass.
The flat look she levels at him when your highness slips past his lips is pure theatre; eyes narrowed just long enough to sell the point before she rolls them skyward and lets a laugh slip free. She turns them naturally toward the waterline, where the waves curl cool over her bare feet and the sand beneath stays firm, each step sending up a sparkle of spray.
At the mention of her dragon, her gaze tips upward, catching the flash of white wings as Spice arcs lazily above. "Her name’s Spice," she says, voice softening as she watches the dragon wheel into the light. "One of my dads found her egg beside her mother’s body. Everything else in the nest was either destroyed or eaten, but he managed to save her." There’s no drama in the telling, just a quiet truth worn smooth over time.
Her eyes slide back to him as they walk, the sea hissing softly against the shore. "Ronin named her Spice because he also has a dragon called Sugar, so he figured it suited. But she chose to stay with me rather than bond to him."
The flat look she levels at him when your highness slips past his lips is pure theatre; eyes narrowed just long enough to sell the point before she rolls them skyward and lets a laugh slip free. She turns them naturally toward the waterline, where the waves curl cool over her bare feet and the sand beneath stays firm, each step sending up a sparkle of spray.
At the mention of her dragon, her gaze tips upward, catching the flash of white wings as Spice arcs lazily above. "Her name’s Spice," she says, voice softening as she watches the dragon wheel into the light. "One of my dads found her egg beside her mother’s body. Everything else in the nest was either destroyed or eaten, but he managed to save her." There’s no drama in the telling, just a quiet truth worn smooth over time.
Her eyes slide back to him as they walk, the sea hissing softly against the shore. "Ronin named her Spice because he also has a dragon called Sugar, so he figured it suited. But she chose to stay with me rather than bond to him."
