candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora huffs at him, the sound bright and fond, curls tumbling as she tosses him a look over her shoulder that’s all sparkling eyes and mock offence. "When," she demands, sweater sleeves slipping back enough for her rings to catch in the light, "has my life ever been without drama?" The grin that follows is irrepressible, tugging at her mouth even as she leans forward to rest her arms against the railing, gaze caught on the sweep of the peaks rolling away beneath them.
She rolls her eyes at his smirk, but it’s paired with laughter in her voice as she says, "Please. That would be like going to the local store for an outfit instead of a boutique." The Sugartide shudders gently in the thin air as if agreeing with her, sails taut against the wind, and Flora lifts her chin towards the mountain that waits like a secret no one else has bothered to keep. The Cordillera was one of the most dangerous places in all of Caido, so if Flora could get the spirits there to be amenable, she imagined it would bode well for her when Ludo decided which spirits to send to her house.
She rolls her eyes at his smirk, but it’s paired with laughter in her voice as she says, "Please. That would be like going to the local store for an outfit instead of a boutique." The Sugartide shudders gently in the thin air as if agreeing with her, sails taut against the wind, and Flora lifts her chin towards the mountain that waits like a secret no one else has bothered to keep. The Cordillera was one of the most dangerous places in all of Caido, so if Flora could get the spirits there to be amenable, she imagined it would bode well for her when Ludo decided which spirits to send to her house.
