Flora
"Nikkkiiii!" Flora’s voice spirals through the echoing halls of Wildering House, somewhere between a sing-song lilt and a cry for help. It ricochets off coral walls and sun-warmed stone, filtered through arched doorways and high, stained-glass windows that shimmer like ocean spray.
There’s a clatter, somewhere near the walk-in closet she’s converted into a seasonal wardrobe graveyard. "Niki, do you know where my light-up umbrella is?" she calls again, louder this time; louder and mildly accusatory, as if he’s personally hidden it. "The one that glows like a jellyfish?" The spirit lights in the hallway flicker with amused mischief, responding more helpfully than Niki so far.
Buried somewhere between sequinned beach wraps, tiki torch replacements, and a tragically deflated inflatable narwhal, Flora tosses a floppy sunhat over her shoulder. "It should be in the summer party box! Unless it got moved to costume storage after the foam fight!"
There’s a clatter, somewhere near the walk-in closet she’s converted into a seasonal wardrobe graveyard. "Niki, do you know where my light-up umbrella is?" she calls again, louder this time; louder and mildly accusatory, as if he’s personally hidden it. "The one that glows like a jellyfish?" The spirit lights in the hallway flicker with amused mischief, responding more helpfully than Niki so far.
Buried somewhere between sequinned beach wraps, tiki torch replacements, and a tragically deflated inflatable narwhal, Flora tosses a floppy sunhat over her shoulder. "It should be in the summer party box! Unless it got moved to costume storage after the foam fight!"
passion is a passing thing, it's accidental chemistry
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
