with each love i cut loose i was never the same
Spice lets out a pleased little puff of frost at the compliment, wings angling just so as if to show off her snow-bright scales. Flora, on the other hand, narrows her eyes against the white glare as the stranger looks her over like she’s lost.
Her frown deepens when he points back toward the Citadel. "Mhmm," she mutters, tugging her scarf a little higher against the cold. With a sharp flick of her hand in the opposite direction, she adds, "But my ship’s that way."
Whether it’s the wind biting through her coat or the fact that some kid just crawled out of the snow with blood on his belt, a dead bird around his waist, and directions she doesn’t need, her skin prickles with the urge to be gone. She offers him a crooked half-smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Soo uhh, gonna go that way," she says, turning on her heel and crunching back toward the Sugartide. Spice loops overhead in a lazy arc, trilling encouragement, while Flora keeps her gaze fixed on the growing outline of her skyship—ready to leave Halo and its strange welcome parties to the cold.
~FIN
Her frown deepens when he points back toward the Citadel. "Mhmm," she mutters, tugging her scarf a little higher against the cold. With a sharp flick of her hand in the opposite direction, she adds, "But my ship’s that way."
Whether it’s the wind biting through her coat or the fact that some kid just crawled out of the snow with blood on his belt, a dead bird around his waist, and directions she doesn’t need, her skin prickles with the urge to be gone. She offers him a crooked half-smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Soo uhh, gonna go that way," she says, turning on her heel and crunching back toward the Sugartide. Spice loops overhead in a lazy arc, trilling encouragement, while Flora keeps her gaze fixed on the growing outline of her skyship—ready to leave Halo and its strange welcome parties to the cold.
~FIN
