flora
As playfully argumentative as she can be, Flora isn’t about to dive into a debate with the raeling about biomes or adaptations. Instead, she only gives a dismissive little shrug, curls slipping loose from their knot in the damp air.
Her amusement sharpens, though, as she watches him manage a few seconds of coordinated movement before the inevitable happens—limbs tangling, rhythm breaking, and the long demigod body sliding downward into the spring. Laughter bursts bright and ringing from her chest as she swims forward in a few easy strokes, arms circling around his waist. "Stand up you goof," she crows through her laughter, tugging him forward with the buoyant strength of someone who grew up in the ocean. "You’re not drowning, Amhran—you’re taller than the water!" Her grin is wide and merciless, eyes sparkling as the steam curls around them.
Her amusement sharpens, though, as she watches him manage a few seconds of coordinated movement before the inevitable happens—limbs tangling, rhythm breaking, and the long demigod body sliding downward into the spring. Laughter bursts bright and ringing from her chest as she swims forward in a few easy strokes, arms circling around his waist. "Stand up you goof," she crows through her laughter, tugging him forward with the buoyant strength of someone who grew up in the ocean. "You’re not drowning, Amhran—you’re taller than the water!" Her grin is wide and merciless, eyes sparkling as the steam curls around them.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
