we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora nods agreeably at Zavien’s offer to show her the movements again later, her expression entirely unbothered by the earlier fumble. "Only if you promise not to let me knock myself out with it," she says with mock gravity, curling her fingers back around the staff as though it might betray her again. Still, there’s a gleam of anticipation in her eyes—she likes a challenge, even the ones she’s bad at—though she can't help but add, "never thought I'd be getting wood handling lessons from you."
The grin that spreads across her face when Zavien suggests a tag-team is quicksilver-bright. She shifts, about to press her back to his like she’s seen in stage plays and pulp battle-dramas (complete with dramatic orchestral swells), but Sol’s movement is already sweeping into the space between them.
With a delighted laugh, Flora pivots instead, facing the incoming dragon head-on. "Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re the youngest!" she calls toward Sol, her voice playful but undercut with the focus that only appears when she’s truly engaged. Her hands adjust, grip firm and well-placed this time as she steps into the swing—angling to connect with the bulk of the golden dragon’s side—aiming for the thickest part of his scaled flank where she knows a blow will land safely.
Above her, Spice trills out a dramatic cry of battle and fans her wings wide before diving at Flora from behind. The white dragon glitters in the sun like a shard of frost, aiming to intercept before her bonded’s strike can land.
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The grin that spreads across her face when Zavien suggests a tag-team is quicksilver-bright. She shifts, about to press her back to his like she’s seen in stage plays and pulp battle-dramas (complete with dramatic orchestral swells), but Sol’s movement is already sweeping into the space between them.
With a delighted laugh, Flora pivots instead, facing the incoming dragon head-on. "Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re the youngest!" she calls toward Sol, her voice playful but undercut with the focus that only appears when she’s truly engaged. Her hands adjust, grip firm and well-placed this time as she steps into the swing—angling to connect with the bulk of the golden dragon’s side—aiming for the thickest part of his scaled flank where she knows a blow will land safely.
Above her, Spice trills out a dramatic cry of battle and fans her wings wide before diving at Flora from behind. The white dragon glitters in the sun like a shard of frost, aiming to intercept before her bonded’s strike can land.
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