flora
Flora beams at the cub’s paw, fluttering her fingers in the air just shy of it. "Hey gorgeous," she coos, eyes bright with amusement and affection, but she doesn’t close the distance. The poor thing’s probably had enough surprises for one day; between alley dogs and frost dragons, the stimulation quota is likely already full.
Spice, ever the show-off, puffs a pleased trill from Flora’s shoulder and leans forward, exhaling a little swirl of cold that shivers across Aria’s fur before rolling down Flora’s spine. She gives a theatrical shudder, shoulders scrunching. "Rude," she mutters at the dragon, who only flicks her tail smugly and curls around the back of her neck like a too-chilly scarf.
With a flick of her wrist, Flora takes the ring back and slides it onto her finger with the ease of habit. "Nah," she says, shaking her head lightly, lips tugging into a smile that doesn’t try to be anything but warm. "You would’ve found her on your own, I’m sure of it." And maybe he would’ve, but sometimes it's better not to know.
She glances down at the cub again, the shimmer in her gaze softening. "Still," she adds, brushing a curl from her cheek, "sorry her first impression of Torchline was so impolite. We’re usually a lot more fun than near-death alleyway chases." A beat, and then, half-laughing: "Well..."
Spice, ever the show-off, puffs a pleased trill from Flora’s shoulder and leans forward, exhaling a little swirl of cold that shivers across Aria’s fur before rolling down Flora’s spine. She gives a theatrical shudder, shoulders scrunching. "Rude," she mutters at the dragon, who only flicks her tail smugly and curls around the back of her neck like a too-chilly scarf.
With a flick of her wrist, Flora takes the ring back and slides it onto her finger with the ease of habit. "Nah," she says, shaking her head lightly, lips tugging into a smile that doesn’t try to be anything but warm. "You would’ve found her on your own, I’m sure of it." And maybe he would’ve, but sometimes it's better not to know.
She glances down at the cub again, the shimmer in her gaze softening. "Still," she adds, brushing a curl from her cheek, "sorry her first impression of Torchline was so impolite. We’re usually a lot more fun than near-death alleyway chases." A beat, and then, half-laughing: "Well..."
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
