we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Spice is the first to reply, a bright trill of greeting chiming off the stone walls as she catches sight of Sol. The little dragon wings upward with an elegant flutter, circling once before settling along the edge of a banner, white scales gleaming faintly in the pale Deepforst light.
"Heya!" Flora calls as Zavien turns, one hand lifted in a wave and a smile already blooming across her face. Despite the early hour and Stormbreak’s sharper chill, she looks radiant and utterly unbothered by the weather; wrapped in a plush, black sweater that slouches off one shoulder, tucked into dark jeans and tall leather boots. Her curls are swept into a high ponytail that bounces as she walks, golden hoops glinting at her ears and a familiar confident swing in her step.
She surveys the cleared training ground with an impressed lift of her brow. "Oh wow, right to business, huh?" she teases, laughter humming at the edges of her voice as he skips right past any potential small talk.
The smile she flashes him is quicksilver-bright before she reaches for her belt, drawing out two feathered daggers. They glint faintly in the morning light, delicate-looking and deadly as ever. She tosses one lightly in her palm, catching it by the hilt without ever breaking eye contact.
"I’ve only ever trained how to fight alone," she says, with a shrug of one shoulder. "What I’ve never really been shown is how to work with someone on the field." There’s curiosity in her tone, but challenge too—, playful, sharp-edged. "So....wanna to show me the best way to tag-team an enemy?" Her brows bounce, curls swinging as her head tilts just slightly, mischief and steel wrapped in the same smile.
"Heya!" Flora calls as Zavien turns, one hand lifted in a wave and a smile already blooming across her face. Despite the early hour and Stormbreak’s sharper chill, she looks radiant and utterly unbothered by the weather; wrapped in a plush, black sweater that slouches off one shoulder, tucked into dark jeans and tall leather boots. Her curls are swept into a high ponytail that bounces as she walks, golden hoops glinting at her ears and a familiar confident swing in her step.
She surveys the cleared training ground with an impressed lift of her brow. "Oh wow, right to business, huh?" she teases, laughter humming at the edges of her voice as he skips right past any potential small talk.
The smile she flashes him is quicksilver-bright before she reaches for her belt, drawing out two feathered daggers. They glint faintly in the morning light, delicate-looking and deadly as ever. She tosses one lightly in her palm, catching it by the hilt without ever breaking eye contact.
"I’ve only ever trained how to fight alone," she says, with a shrug of one shoulder. "What I’ve never really been shown is how to work with someone on the field." There’s curiosity in her tone, but challenge too—, playful, sharp-edged. "So....wanna to show me the best way to tag-team an enemy?" Her brows bounce, curls swinging as her head tilts just slightly, mischief and steel wrapped in the same smile.
