yeah I got heartbreak that I reminisce about
Flora’s grin flares, wicked and bright as the firelight. "Honestly? I wish I’d been spending the season napping," she says, tossing Asta a look full of mock envy and amused approval before lifting her drink in his direction. "It sounds divine, especially given last season." The sweater hanging off her shoulder shifts as she laughs, the gold glint at her collarbone catching every spark that jumps from the nearest flame.
When Danta mentions their priestess, her brows climb high, a smile curving uncertain and curious as she glances between them. "Your priestess?" she echoes, eyes darting skyward to where the black dragon still cuts wild shapes against the night. The firelight flickers in her aqua gaze as she turns back to Asta, the question half a tease, half genuine disbelief. "I’m...pretty sure that’s my boyfriend up there on her back."
She blinks, then laughs under her breath, shaking her head as if that might help sort out the absurdity of it all. "He told me he’d gone for a ride on a dragon, but obviously I didn’t believe him. And she—your priestess, apparently—invited us to something called a Blood Moon Festival?" The question drifts between them like a spark waiting for kindling, her expression expectant as she looks from Danta to Asta for confirmation, equal parts curiosity and mischief flickering behind her smile.
When Danta mentions their priestess, her brows climb high, a smile curving uncertain and curious as she glances between them. "Your priestess?" she echoes, eyes darting skyward to where the black dragon still cuts wild shapes against the night. The firelight flickers in her aqua gaze as she turns back to Asta, the question half a tease, half genuine disbelief. "I’m...pretty sure that’s my boyfriend up there on her back."
She blinks, then laughs under her breath, shaking her head as if that might help sort out the absurdity of it all. "He told me he’d gone for a ride on a dragon, but obviously I didn’t believe him. And she—your priestess, apparently—invited us to something called a Blood Moon Festival?" The question drifts between them like a spark waiting for kindling, her expression expectant as she looks from Danta to Asta for confirmation, equal parts curiosity and mischief flickering behind her smile.
real big things I still gotta figure out
