flora
Flora watches the water shift from clear to faintly opalescent as the salt and citrus begin to dissolve, threads of brightness unfurling through the basin in slow, lazy curls. She kneels to dip her hand in, letting her fingers trail through the mixture. It feels the same as always—cool, clean, humming with the faint signature of Safrin’s magic—only now it carries a sharper, sunlit note from the citrus and the unmistakable clarity of a good scrub. Maybe it isn’t dramatic, but she wasn't about to start doubting Rae's instructions now.
She rises smoothly, brushing dampness from her palm onto her jeans, and turns toward her dads. Ronin is already hauling supplies with cheerful efficiency while Remi’s tentacles continue their steady, almost meditative stirring.
"Thank you," Flora calls out with a crooked grin. "+10 dad points to the both fo you." Spice chirrs in agreement from where she’s perched, echoing Flora’s gratitude with her own miniature fanfare as the last of the citrus vanishes into the swirling, purified water.
THE END. GOOD JOB US
~FIN
She rises smoothly, brushing dampness from her palm onto her jeans, and turns toward her dads. Ronin is already hauling supplies with cheerful efficiency while Remi’s tentacles continue their steady, almost meditative stirring.
"Thank you," Flora calls out with a crooked grin. "+10 dad points to the both fo you." Spice chirrs in agreement from where she’s perched, echoing Flora’s gratitude with her own miniature fanfare as the last of the citrus vanishes into the swirling, purified water.
THE END. GOOD JOB US
~FIN
I hold my breath just a little bit longer
halfway out the door but it won't close
halfway out the door but it won't close
