slow down, you're doing fine
Flora nods, her curls bouncing lightly as she lifts another syrup-soaked square of waffle toward her mouth. "Yeah. I’ve never really ridden horses before, but flying was way easier than bouncing along on a saddle," she says, wrinkling her nose at the memory of those few disastrous attempts. "Although I did pull Soh’s hair to stay on. Err, mane." Her shoulders lift, the gesture airy and unrepentant.
Flora cuts the perfect bite of waffle—whipped cream, strawberry, syrup, all in one glorious stack—and raises an eyebrow at Kai. "Oh yeah?" she echoes, mirroring his earlier tone before her nose wrinkles. "Danta’s tried to get me to become an Ancient too. But I don’t think I could deal with the bloodlust, though." She lifts her fork in a vague circle. "Maybe once you are an Ancient it isn’t a problem anymore."
When he says he needs to work on other things first, she glances over her shoulder at him, eyes warm and curious as she takes a bite. "Like what?"
His question about whether she’s considered Attuning earns a thoughtful hum as she chews. She shrugs, then nods. "Kinda?" Her fork drifts idly through syrup as she adds, "For so long I thought being able to call down my family whenever I needed something was the best thing in the world. And maybe it was for the version of me that needed it." Her lips twitch side to side, a quiet tug-of-war between pride and uncertainty. "But now I wonder if I’m limiting myself by wanting to keep them in my pocket like that, y'know?"
Her gaze shifts back to him, earnest and open. "Maybe if I could just get a bit stronger on my own, I wouldn’t need to stay an Accepted purely to have them as a fallback."
Flora cuts the perfect bite of waffle—whipped cream, strawberry, syrup, all in one glorious stack—and raises an eyebrow at Kai. "Oh yeah?" she echoes, mirroring his earlier tone before her nose wrinkles. "Danta’s tried to get me to become an Ancient too. But I don’t think I could deal with the bloodlust, though." She lifts her fork in a vague circle. "Maybe once you are an Ancient it isn’t a problem anymore."
When he says he needs to work on other things first, she glances over her shoulder at him, eyes warm and curious as she takes a bite. "Like what?"
His question about whether she’s considered Attuning earns a thoughtful hum as she chews. She shrugs, then nods. "Kinda?" Her fork drifts idly through syrup as she adds, "For so long I thought being able to call down my family whenever I needed something was the best thing in the world. And maybe it was for the version of me that needed it." Her lips twitch side to side, a quiet tug-of-war between pride and uncertainty. "But now I wonder if I’m limiting myself by wanting to keep them in my pocket like that, y'know?"
Her gaze shifts back to him, earnest and open. "Maybe if I could just get a bit stronger on my own, I wouldn’t need to stay an Accepted purely to have them as a fallback."
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
