Flora
Flora laughs around her last bite, shaking her head as she wipes her fingers off on a napkin. "I’m not convinced it’s worth it," she says lightly, glancing down at herself with a crooked grin. "If I lose a pound and gain heatstroke, that feels like a bad trade." She watches Spice finish off her portion with clear satisfaction before polishing off the rest of her own and draining the last of her lemonade, pushing herself up with a soft, dramatic groan as reality reasserts itself in her legs.
Standing sends a wave of stiffness through her, and she winces, rolling her ankles in her borrowed boots as she listens to Colt outline the next steps. Her nose wrinkles more with each mention of broncos and chutes and bucking straps, the mental image of large, opinionated animals doing large, opinionated things making her reconsider several life choices at once.
"I think I'll stay away from the bulls," she decides aloud, lifting a hand in immediate veto before gesturing toward the arena gate. "I can man the gate, though." Fingers crossed she could do it without being trampled.
Flora takes option 3!
Standing sends a wave of stiffness through her, and she winces, rolling her ankles in her borrowed boots as she listens to Colt outline the next steps. Her nose wrinkles more with each mention of broncos and chutes and bucking straps, the mental image of large, opinionated animals doing large, opinionated things making her reconsider several life choices at once.
"I think I'll stay away from the bulls," she decides aloud, lifting a hand in immediate veto before gesturing toward the arena gate. "I can man the gate, though." Fingers crossed she could do it without being trampled.
Flora takes option 3!
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
