we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora shakes her head, curls scattering raindrops that glimmer as they fall. "Nah," she says easily, the word stretching with Torchline drawl and confidence. "It just means if Stormbreak wants to keep using Torchline’s soldiers and resources to rebuild, I’m going to expect Zavien to smarten the fuck up."
Her tone is casual, but the steel beneath it hums like a drawn blade. They weave between puddles and perfumed vendors, her umbrella bobbing slightly as she walks, rain whispering across the canopy. "Stormbreak used to be led by my best friend," she continues. "So our regions were always allied." She exhales slowly, a sigh that steams in the damp air and carries something heavier beneath it. "But now?" Her shoulders lift in a small, resigned shrug. "If Zavien wants to be a dickhead about things, that’s on him. It’s not my job to hold his hand politically while he figures it all out." Flora glances toward Niki with a lopsided smirk, gold catching the streetlight as she tips the umbrella just enough to keep the rain from his face. "I’ve already got enough men who need babysitting back home."
Her tone is casual, but the steel beneath it hums like a drawn blade. They weave between puddles and perfumed vendors, her umbrella bobbing slightly as she walks, rain whispering across the canopy. "Stormbreak used to be led by my best friend," she continues. "So our regions were always allied." She exhales slowly, a sigh that steams in the damp air and carries something heavier beneath it. "But now?" Her shoulders lift in a small, resigned shrug. "If Zavien wants to be a dickhead about things, that’s on him. It’s not my job to hold his hand politically while he figures it all out." Flora glances toward Niki with a lopsided smirk, gold catching the streetlight as she tips the umbrella just enough to keep the rain from his face. "I’ve already got enough men who need babysitting back home."
