Flora
Flora pokes her head around the edge of a doorframe, curls slightly askew and a sunhat still tangled on one shoulder like it tried to flee and only made it halfway. "You’re a miracle," she declares with delight, eyes lighting up the moment she sees the familiar jellyfish glow tucked beneath Niki’s arm.
She squeals—not the dramatic, staged kind but a genuinely delighted, sunshine-through-a-stormcloud sort of sound—as she scrambles up from the floor. Her knees are a little dusty from rummaging, but she barely notices, already darting toward him like a beach-blonde hurricane of joy. "Let's see!" she chirps, plucking the umbrella from his hands and immediately popping it open without a shred of indoor superstition.
It unfurls like seafoam made solid: the translucent cream canopy shimmers faintly as its inner lights blink to life, soft blues and pinks pulsing from within. Tendrils drift from the edges, filmy and whimsical, casting dancing patterns across the floor and Flora’s legs as she twirls with it once. "Some do," she says absently, answering his earlier question about jellyfish as she spins, casting little glows across the hallway walls. "You’d love them. They’re ghostly and weird and kinda beautiful. Like underwater ghosts with jazz hands."
His question finally filters through, and she pauses mid-turn, lips parting with a bright "Mm?" before her grin curves wider. "LongNight’s coming!" she announces, like it’s the Festival of Lights rather than, well...literal darkness. "Which, here, means week-long beach party with booze and bonfires."
She exhales, twirling the umbrella shut again and holding it to her side like a parasol, her gaze sweeping the chaotic sprawl of party gear, half-unpacked bins, and feather boas of questionable origin. "Only...I have no idea where half of my stuff ended up," she sighs, brushing her hair off her face and gesturing vaguely toward the endless sprawl of Wildering House.
She squeals—not the dramatic, staged kind but a genuinely delighted, sunshine-through-a-stormcloud sort of sound—as she scrambles up from the floor. Her knees are a little dusty from rummaging, but she barely notices, already darting toward him like a beach-blonde hurricane of joy. "Let's see!" she chirps, plucking the umbrella from his hands and immediately popping it open without a shred of indoor superstition.
It unfurls like seafoam made solid: the translucent cream canopy shimmers faintly as its inner lights blink to life, soft blues and pinks pulsing from within. Tendrils drift from the edges, filmy and whimsical, casting dancing patterns across the floor and Flora’s legs as she twirls with it once. "Some do," she says absently, answering his earlier question about jellyfish as she spins, casting little glows across the hallway walls. "You’d love them. They’re ghostly and weird and kinda beautiful. Like underwater ghosts with jazz hands."
His question finally filters through, and she pauses mid-turn, lips parting with a bright "Mm?" before her grin curves wider. "LongNight’s coming!" she announces, like it’s the Festival of Lights rather than, well...literal darkness. "Which, here, means week-long beach party with booze and bonfires."
She exhales, twirling the umbrella shut again and holding it to her side like a parasol, her gaze sweeping the chaotic sprawl of party gear, half-unpacked bins, and feather boas of questionable origin. "Only...I have no idea where half of my stuff ended up," she sighs, brushing her hair off her face and gesturing vaguely toward the endless sprawl of Wildering House.
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
