& if you never bleed you're never gonna grow
Flora’s smile tips soft, understanding glimmering in her aqua eyes as she nods. "That’s the thing about muscle memory," she says, twirling her dagger once. "Your body changes, so the memory changes too. Boobs, shoulders, growth—it all shifts how the throw feels. Doesn’t mean you’ve lost it, just means the memory needs refreshing. That’s why it never really goes away." Her grin brightens, bracelets chiming as she lifts her hand in a little flourish. "And for what it’s worth, I’m always up for dagger training. Anytime you want to throw things, call me."
The suggestion about Remi earns a laugh, light and unbothered, as Flora shrugs. "Oh, he probably does feel it," she admits. "But his whole thing with Mort these days is soaking up everyone else’s pain, so it’s kind of...his job." She leans in conspiratorially then, curls spilling forward, voice dropping to a mock whisper. "Between you and me? I think he might even be into it now." Straightening again, she wrinkles her nose.
Her daggers vanish neatly back to their hidden places as she tips her head toward the sea where another isle is already drifting closer. "How’d you end up here anyway? You want a lift back on the Sugartide when you’re done bruising palm trees?"
The suggestion about Remi earns a laugh, light and unbothered, as Flora shrugs. "Oh, he probably does feel it," she admits. "But his whole thing with Mort these days is soaking up everyone else’s pain, so it’s kind of...his job." She leans in conspiratorially then, curls spilling forward, voice dropping to a mock whisper. "Between you and me? I think he might even be into it now." Straightening again, she wrinkles her nose.
Her daggers vanish neatly back to their hidden places as she tips her head toward the sea where another isle is already drifting closer. "How’d you end up here anyway? You want a lift back on the Sugartide when you’re done bruising palm trees?"
