If movin' on had a scoreboard, It'd say
A laugh huffs free, more exhale than sound, but it’s there all the same in agreement of the very long Deepfrost. ”I’d almost welcome it back if it meant less mud,” she mutters as an aside, although she’s been happily free of it since touching down here. There’s more than mud bothering her this season that hadn’t been in Deepfrost, but whatever the issue, the only way out is through. She just wants to forget a bit of the in-between, much preferring to focus on the destination than the journey about now.
The magic of baked goods continues to work its charm. Flora’s enthusiasm for the offer drags out a more resilient smile, and she confirms with a slow nod, yes, cookies. All things considered, cookies are a small section of a girl’s night, but snacks should never be underrated, no matter the occasion.
Relaxing better into the conversation, her eye traces the glint off a ring as Flora’s hand moves. ”Melita?” she repeats, less from confusion than certainty. ”Oh yeah, we’ve sparred a few times, and I channeled her last season during my last night out at the House.” A truer laugh releases now, grin cutting in sharp with the memory of the mischief. ”She made it rain ducks on a hydra Sunjata so we could make a clean getaway. He was understandably upset that we egged his business.” She shrugs, since he had not been too annoyed that it became a thing, not that anyway, although maybe it fed into the way their last encounter chafed on them both. She couldn’t say, but she figured he could easily wash the yokes away compared to most, one of the only reasons she’d targeted him at all. ”She’s fun. Would be good to see her let loose more.” Fun, but fierce in a way that made Colt stand up straighter usually.
The magic of baked goods continues to work its charm. Flora’s enthusiasm for the offer drags out a more resilient smile, and she confirms with a slow nod, yes, cookies. All things considered, cookies are a small section of a girl’s night, but snacks should never be underrated, no matter the occasion.
Relaxing better into the conversation, her eye traces the glint off a ring as Flora’s hand moves. ”Melita?” she repeats, less from confusion than certainty. ”Oh yeah, we’ve sparred a few times, and I channeled her last season during my last night out at the House.” A truer laugh releases now, grin cutting in sharp with the memory of the mischief. ”She made it rain ducks on a hydra Sunjata so we could make a clean getaway. He was understandably upset that we egged his business.” She shrugs, since he had not been too annoyed that it became a thing, not that anyway, although maybe it fed into the way their last encounter chafed on them both. She couldn’t say, but she figured he could easily wash the yokes away compared to most, one of the only reasons she’d targeted him at all. ”She’s fun. Would be good to see her let loose more.” Fun, but fierce in a way that made Colt stand up straighter usually.
Colt
You and your memory, one, me and this bar, none
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
