Flora
Flora arrives in a spill of sun and confidence, denim shorts cut more for flirtation than labour and a black tank that looks like it has never known honest dirt, the borrowed cowboy boots thudding a little louder than necessary as she crosses the packed ground. Spice perches on her shoulder like an accessory that breathes frost, pale and alert, her tail flicking as dogs dart past with joyful chaos and Flora grins, lifting a hand in an easy wave toward Colt and the growing knot of people.
"Moooooorning," she calls, voice bright, already warm with the day, before angling her wave a little more specifically toward Hawthorn as well, recognition clicking into place with a quick flash of a smile. They have met only once, briefly in the centre of the hedge maze, but his wasn't a face worth forgetting. She shifts her weight, boots scuffing dust, and adjusts Spice with a practiced roll of her shoulder, eyes sweeping the arena and the laid-out gear with open curiosity rather than apprehension.
Flora brings enthusiasm and Spice.
"Moooooorning," she calls, voice bright, already warm with the day, before angling her wave a little more specifically toward Hawthorn as well, recognition clicking into place with a quick flash of a smile. They have met only once, briefly in the centre of the hedge maze, but his wasn't a face worth forgetting. She shifts her weight, boots scuffing dust, and adjusts Spice with a practiced roll of her shoulder, eyes sweeping the arena and the laid-out gear with open curiosity rather than apprehension.
Flora brings enthusiasm and Spice.
passion is a passing thing, it's accidental chemistry
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
caught up in a feelin', it can be deceivin'.
this is like breaking for me
Code stolen from Queen Sky
