candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora chuckles as she nods. "If that's the case, it's a low, low bar" she teases, flashing her brother a grin that’s all teeth and sunshine. "But yeah...I agree. And honestly? Even if it was kind of a dick move, I can see why they decided to live up here for a bit." Her gaze sweeps over the mountains, the wild hush that blankets everything in white and stone, and for a moment she almost feels the pull herself.
Nosing the Sugartide ahead, she gestures towards a flattish outcropping tucked against the slope, steady enough for the ship to hover over. [asy]"There," she says with a little flourish, already picturing the rope ladder tumbling down. Roughing it has never exactly been her style—and not Mateo’s either—so making their descent this way feels perfectly appropriate.
Her nose wrinkles as she glances at the jagged ruins of the pillar Mateo spotted, the agreement in her expression easy and immediate. "Right? I keep waiting for the sky to just...open up. The way it must have for them." Her hand curls tighter around the railing, sweater pulled close against the cold, eyes wide as if daring the horizon to split apart at last.
Nosing the Sugartide ahead, she gestures towards a flattish outcropping tucked against the slope, steady enough for the ship to hover over. [asy]"There," she says with a little flourish, already picturing the rope ladder tumbling down. Roughing it has never exactly been her style—and not Mateo’s either—so making their descent this way feels perfectly appropriate.
Her nose wrinkles as she glances at the jagged ruins of the pillar Mateo spotted, the agreement in her expression easy and immediate. "Right? I keep waiting for the sky to just...open up. The way it must have for them." Her hand curls tighter around the railing, sweater pulled close against the cold, eyes wide as if daring the horizon to split apart at last.
