with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Spice’s trill cuts the air, sharp as a bell, and Flora doesn’t miss the shift in it. Not just chatter this time, but a warning threaded through the notes. She slows, boots sinking into the drift, and turns into the wind.
The tundra is all glare and distance at first, white stacked upon white until her eyes catch on a darker shape breaking the sprawl. Squinting, she makes him out: a figure with broad shoulders beneath heavy fur, something limp and bloody swinging from his belt. Not exactly Torchline’s kind of welcome committee, but she supposes this is what passes for normal out here. "Hey, uh—" she calls, lifting a hand against the brightness, "nice bird."
The words fog out with her breath, half-muffled by her scarf. In Haulani, a stranger walking toward you with fresh kill would’ve had her reaching for a dagger, but Halo runs by different rules. Here it’s less menace, more survival, and she makes herself stand steady in the snow while Spice loops overhead, still trilling softly, the sound both a reminder and a threat.
The tundra is all glare and distance at first, white stacked upon white until her eyes catch on a darker shape breaking the sprawl. Squinting, she makes him out: a figure with broad shoulders beneath heavy fur, something limp and bloody swinging from his belt. Not exactly Torchline’s kind of welcome committee, but she supposes this is what passes for normal out here. "Hey, uh—" she calls, lifting a hand against the brightness, "nice bird."
The words fog out with her breath, half-muffled by her scarf. In Haulani, a stranger walking toward you with fresh kill would’ve had her reaching for a dagger, but Halo runs by different rules. Here it’s less menace, more survival, and she makes herself stand steady in the snow while Spice loops overhead, still trilling softly, the sound both a reminder and a threat.
