Flora
Flora’s grin flashes quick and bright at the compliment, sunlight catching on gold as she lifts a hand in reply. "Thanks!" she calls back easily, boots scuffing dust as Spice leans forward on her shoulder and exhales a soft plume of frost in greeting, more polite than threatening, a cool little wave to go with Flora’s warmth.
When the plan is laid out, she nods without fuss, already moving, even if the glance she gives the fence panels suggests a brief, private recalculation of how glamorous this morning is about to get. She peels Spice gently from her shoulder and sets her somewhere shaded and safe before crossing to the stack, fingers testing weight and balance before committing. Stronger than she looks or not, the work draws a faint huff from her as she gets into a rhythm, lifting, carrying, setting panels down where they’re meant to go, sweat threatening but not yet winning.
Midway through a haul, her attention snags on the distant movement along the hills, pale shapes cutting through the grass. Flora slows just enough to look properly, eyes narrowing against the light before she tips her chin in that direction and glances toward Colt. "Are those yours?"
Flora moves some panels and asks if the unicorns are Colt's!
When the plan is laid out, she nods without fuss, already moving, even if the glance she gives the fence panels suggests a brief, private recalculation of how glamorous this morning is about to get. She peels Spice gently from her shoulder and sets her somewhere shaded and safe before crossing to the stack, fingers testing weight and balance before committing. Stronger than she looks or not, the work draws a faint huff from her as she gets into a rhythm, lifting, carrying, setting panels down where they’re meant to go, sweat threatening but not yet winning.
Midway through a haul, her attention snags on the distant movement along the hills, pale shapes cutting through the grass. Flora slows just enough to look properly, eyes narrowing against the light before she tips her chin in that direction and glances toward Colt. "Are those yours?"
Flora moves some panels and asks if the unicorns are Colt's!
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
