flora
A cub. That sharpens the picture, even as the cold edge of concern curls deeper beneath her ribs. Flora's brows lift with dawning understanding, and behind her, Spice blinks once, cool and catlike and utterly unimpressed by Damien’s distress, though her sleek body already hums with readiness. A tilt of Flora’s chin and a flick of fingers is all it takes. "Go," she murmurs, voice low but steady as frostbite. "Find her."
The little dragon launches without hesitation, wings slicing upward with a snap that flutters scarves and skirts alike. "And if that dog tries anything stupid," she adds out loud, " freeze its ass." Pale and fast as seafoam whipped by the wind, Spice carves a spiral above the rooftops, tail flicking as she gains height. Flora watches her go for half a breath, then flicks her gaze sideways toward Damien.
Reaching out, she touches his arm; not dramatic, but not delicate either. Just warm fingers closing around a forearm still braced with worry. "We’ll find her," Flora says, the way you might promise rain to a dry field. "And there’s healing water all around if she's scraped up at all." It’s easier to be calm when it isn’t your companion out there. She knows that, but it doesn’t make her grip any less firm or confident.
Turning, she starts walking, pace brisk but measured, eyes lifted to track the shape of Spice against the shifting sky. "She’s young, but I bet her instincts’ll kick in. She's probably already two alleys deep and thinking her way around that mutt, and the streets have lots of places for her to hide that dog won't be able to follow."
She doesn’t say don’t worry, knowing at this point it was already far too late, instead she just moves beneath her dragon's shadow, trusting Spice to lead them, and the cub to be smart enough to stay alive.
The little dragon launches without hesitation, wings slicing upward with a snap that flutters scarves and skirts alike. "And if that dog tries anything stupid," she adds out loud, " freeze its ass." Pale and fast as seafoam whipped by the wind, Spice carves a spiral above the rooftops, tail flicking as she gains height. Flora watches her go for half a breath, then flicks her gaze sideways toward Damien.
Reaching out, she touches his arm; not dramatic, but not delicate either. Just warm fingers closing around a forearm still braced with worry. "We’ll find her," Flora says, the way you might promise rain to a dry field. "And there’s healing water all around if she's scraped up at all." It’s easier to be calm when it isn’t your companion out there. She knows that, but it doesn’t make her grip any less firm or confident.
Turning, she starts walking, pace brisk but measured, eyes lifted to track the shape of Spice against the shifting sky. "She’s young, but I bet her instincts’ll kick in. She's probably already two alleys deep and thinking her way around that mutt, and the streets have lots of places for her to hide that dog won't be able to follow."
She doesn’t say don’t worry, knowing at this point it was already far too late, instead she just moves beneath her dragon's shadow, trusting Spice to lead them, and the cub to be smart enough to stay alive.
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
