flora
Flora pauses just inside the kitchen, curls bouncing as she tips her head at the cage waiting by the counter. "How thoughtful," she hums under her breath, eyes flicking upward to Spice, who only answers with a tiny puff of frost and a look that’s equal parts unimpressed and eager.
Her fingers toy with the band of gold at her hand, twisting the ring until her outline flickers and then vanishes, leaving only the faint scuff of her boots against the worn floorboards. She tips an invisible nod to her dragon before moving to the oven, fingers curling around the handle. The metal is cold against her skin as she yanks it open—
—and in the same instant, Spice darts forward, wings fanning wide as she exhales a sudden jet of icy breath. Frost spills into the dark cavity of the oven, steam hissing where warmth lingers, a sharp crack of cold designed to stun whatever’s made itself comfortable inside.
If the timing is right, if the creature is the kind that can be grabbed, Flora’s unseen hands plunge in with the quick confidence of someone who’s done worse things than evict a squatter. She'll try and grip, wrestle, and then wrest it free to haul the wriggling intruder toward the counter and shove it into the waiting cage. Her healing ring should take care of any bites or scratches she receives along the way.
Flora turns invisible. Spice blasts the inside of the oven to try and stun whatever is inside as Flora grabs for it to shove it in the cage, planning on using her healing ring if she gets bitten/scratched.
Her fingers toy with the band of gold at her hand, twisting the ring until her outline flickers and then vanishes, leaving only the faint scuff of her boots against the worn floorboards. She tips an invisible nod to her dragon before moving to the oven, fingers curling around the handle. The metal is cold against her skin as she yanks it open—
—and in the same instant, Spice darts forward, wings fanning wide as she exhales a sudden jet of icy breath. Frost spills into the dark cavity of the oven, steam hissing where warmth lingers, a sharp crack of cold designed to stun whatever’s made itself comfortable inside.
If the timing is right, if the creature is the kind that can be grabbed, Flora’s unseen hands plunge in with the quick confidence of someone who’s done worse things than evict a squatter. She'll try and grip, wrestle, and then wrest it free to haul the wriggling intruder toward the counter and shove it into the waiting cage. Her healing ring should take care of any bites or scratches she receives along the way.
Flora turns invisible. Spice blasts the inside of the oven to try and stun whatever is inside as Flora grabs for it to shove it in the cage, planning on using her healing ring if she gets bitten/scratched.
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
