we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora flashes a mischievous grin as Zavien dives straight in. "Oh, what?" she tosses back with a mock gasp, hand over her chest. "Asking how I’m doing is boring for you, huh?" The smirk that follows makes it clear she’s not even remotely offended, curls bouncing as she steps fully into the sparring circle. "And here I thought you liked me."
But any sting is softened by the way her gaze flicks toward the dragons overhead. As Zavien suggests them as opponents, her brows lift in interest, followed swiftly by a nonchalant shrug. "Sure," she says, already sliding her real daggers back into their sheaths. "But if that’s the case, I’m definitely not using these." Her smile is all teeth, a little too bright, a little too confident. "One too-well-aimed strike and I’d take one of them out."
Spice trills knowingly from her perch, clearly in agreement, and Flora sends her a wink before glancing around the training yard. "Got any wooden daggers stashed around here?" she asks, already turning a slow circle to scan the racks. "Otherwise, I’ll take a practice sword."
But any sting is softened by the way her gaze flicks toward the dragons overhead. As Zavien suggests them as opponents, her brows lift in interest, followed swiftly by a nonchalant shrug. "Sure," she says, already sliding her real daggers back into their sheaths. "But if that’s the case, I’m definitely not using these." Her smile is all teeth, a little too bright, a little too confident. "One too-well-aimed strike and I’d take one of them out."
Spice trills knowingly from her perch, clearly in agreement, and Flora sends her a wink before glancing around the training yard. "Got any wooden daggers stashed around here?" she asks, already turning a slow circle to scan the racks. "Otherwise, I’ll take a practice sword."
