we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora shrugs, rainwater glinting off the umbrella’s edge as they weave through the busy walkway. "In the end, Zavien did apologise," she says, her tone carrying the faintest smirk, "though it was one of those I’m sorry, but... kind of apologies." Her fingers tighten briefly on the handle before relaxing again. "So maybe I’ll play it by ear. Torchline’s got its RQ coming up anyway, and that’s going to be my first priority."
Her grin slips back toward mischief as she tilts the umbrella over him again despite his protests. "Or, I’ll do what I please. I’m going to be short on opportunities to fuss over you once you’re home again." Her curls brush her cheek as she gestures up the walkway, where rain gathers in silver ribbons between cobblestones. "See the shop on the corner? It’s the one just before that."
The air smells like wet bread and cardamom as they pass a bakery stall, and she laughs when Niki’s expression falters at her earlier remark. "Oh, for sure they do," she confirms cheerfully. "For the longest time, people thought Remi was the kraken that lived in the Maw. Even now, most of them still think he’s the only one out there."
Her grin slips back toward mischief as she tilts the umbrella over him again despite his protests. "Or, I’ll do what I please. I’m going to be short on opportunities to fuss over you once you’re home again." Her curls brush her cheek as she gestures up the walkway, where rain gathers in silver ribbons between cobblestones. "See the shop on the corner? It’s the one just before that."
The air smells like wet bread and cardamom as they pass a bakery stall, and she laughs when Niki’s expression falters at her earlier remark. "Oh, for sure they do," she confirms cheerfully. "For the longest time, people thought Remi was the kraken that lived in the Maw. Even now, most of them still think he’s the only one out there."
