flora
Flora blinks at the other woman’s startle, the way she turns as though expecting something else entirely, and for half a breath the timing of it lands wrong in a way that feels uncomfortably familiar (ex-boyfriends, and all that). The corners of her mouth lift anyway, a crooked, easy grin that is more reflex than intention, and she gives a small shake of her head as if to wave off the thought before it can settle. "Just me," she says lightly, lifting her fingers in a quick, almost sheepish wave, the Doubletake doing its best to smooth the moment over.
Her gaze follows the gesture toward the stones a second too late, understanding clicking into place only after the words are already out of her mouth. "Oh, no, sorry," she adds at once, the apology genuine as she glances around at the barrows, the ash, the quiet weight of the place. [psay]"I wasn’t...I mean, I was just trying to get out of the smoke, actually. It’s so much nicer up here."
As she speaks, Spice shifts on her shoulder, the little dragon’s attention directed by the flick of Calla's gaze. There’s a twist of her narrow head, a curious little huff, and then a thin breath of frost slips free, drifting harmlessly into the mist behind Flora like a pale ribbon. Flora doesn’t turn, only exhales slowly, rolling her shoulders as if the tension there might finally ease.
"The fires are really something this year," she says conversationally, wiping her forehead with the inside of her arm. Her nose wrinkles as she searches her memory, uncertain. "I heard it might have something to do with Tanau? Or—" She hesitates, tilting her head, unconvinced even by her own words. "Something like that, anyway. I might be completely wrong."
Her gaze follows the gesture toward the stones a second too late, understanding clicking into place only after the words are already out of her mouth. "Oh, no, sorry," she adds at once, the apology genuine as she glances around at the barrows, the ash, the quiet weight of the place. [psay]"I wasn’t...I mean, I was just trying to get out of the smoke, actually. It’s so much nicer up here."
As she speaks, Spice shifts on her shoulder, the little dragon’s attention directed by the flick of Calla's gaze. There’s a twist of her narrow head, a curious little huff, and then a thin breath of frost slips free, drifting harmlessly into the mist behind Flora like a pale ribbon. Flora doesn’t turn, only exhales slowly, rolling her shoulders as if the tension there might finally ease.
"The fires are really something this year," she says conversationally, wiping her forehead with the inside of her arm. Her nose wrinkles as she searches her memory, uncertain. "I heard it might have something to do with Tanau? Or—" She hesitates, tilting her head, unconvinced even by her own words. "Something like that, anyway. I might be completely wrong."
you don't know that you're living til' you're carrying scars
you're either falling in love or falling apart
you're either falling in love or falling apart
