flora
At the mention of Hadama, Flora’s smile dims—just faintly, a flicker like a breeze brushing the surface of still water—but she holds it in place with the kind of ease that only comes from long practice. The light doesn’t quite reach her eyes as it had before, but her tone stays breezy, a soft shrug lifting one shoulder. "You’re welcome to," she says lightly. "But the Tidebreaker’s stepped back from leadership for a bit."
She twirls a curl around her finger, gold rings catching the light as if to distract from anything heavier in her voice. "He’s gone to spend more time in the Underwater City." There’s no bite, no edge, just an easy, matter-of-fact lilt, like she’s reciting something from a report rather than brushing up against something more personal. Whatever her real feelings are about the whole thing, she doesn't know Zavien well enough yet to elaborate, and so they stay tucked neatly behind a pleasant smile and a posture that doesn’t waver.
She twirls a curl around her finger, gold rings catching the light as if to distract from anything heavier in her voice. "He’s gone to spend more time in the Underwater City." There’s no bite, no edge, just an easy, matter-of-fact lilt, like she’s reciting something from a report rather than brushing up against something more personal. Whatever her real feelings are about the whole thing, she doesn't know Zavien well enough yet to elaborate, and so they stay tucked neatly behind a pleasant smile and a posture that doesn’t waver.
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
