we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora nods, her smile lingering as the rain drifts between them like mist. "Most of our soldiers have been up here since last season," she says, her tone warm with a quiet sort of pride. "We’ve been sending supplies too. I was even planning to come help with the Tower rebuild myself."
When Niki steps out from under her umbrella in a bid to out-polite, she makes a soft, disapproving sound in her throat, half sigh, half laugh. "Honestly," she mutters, angling the umbrella stubbornly toward him anyway, "for your next birthday, you’re getting a magical umbrella."
At the mention of Sohalia, Flora’s expression brightens again, a fond smile curling her lips. "Yeah, that’s her," she confirms, aqua eyes flicking toward the street ahead, before glancing at Niki over one shoulder and grinning. "I was mostly meaning my dads, actually." Her smirk turns impish as she leans closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret. "Pretty sure those reports of sea monsters in the Fingers? Just them fooling around."
When Niki steps out from under her umbrella in a bid to out-polite, she makes a soft, disapproving sound in her throat, half sigh, half laugh. "Honestly," she mutters, angling the umbrella stubbornly toward him anyway, "for your next birthday, you’re getting a magical umbrella."
At the mention of Sohalia, Flora’s expression brightens again, a fond smile curling her lips. "Yeah, that’s her," she confirms, aqua eyes flicking toward the street ahead, before glancing at Niki over one shoulder and grinning. "I was mostly meaning my dads, actually." Her smirk turns impish as she leans closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a scandalous secret. "Pretty sure those reports of sea monsters in the Fingers? Just them fooling around."
