Flora
Flora doesn’t mind the kelpie at first, laughing under her breath as the dog splashes in with unbridled joy, until the third—maybe fourth—bucket is rendered completely useless. After that, Spice’s patience evaporates. The dragon lifts herself with an indignant little trill and answers the next dunk attempt with a sharp spray of ice, frosty enough to make the point without causing harm.
She straightens when Colt speaks, swiping sweat from her brow with the back of her arm. "Yeeeeeah, it was right after I'd gone through a breakup," she admits easily, a shrug rolling through her shoulders. "Last thing I wanted was to accidentally run into my ex while everyone else was having a great time, y'know?" Her mouth quirks, softer now. "This year though? I'll for sure come." And she would, despite the fact that things were arguably worse with Jack than they had been the year before.
At the suggestion of riding, Flora laughs outright, shaking her head. "I rode Sohalia once when she was a pegasus," she says, glancing over with a grin. "Stayed on the whole time, technically, but I'm definitely not a natural, lets put it that way."
When the bleachers are declared done, she dumps her sponge with relief and follows along, already eyeing the signs. "I’ll take those," she offers, stepping toward the stack as Spice flits in to help, wings catching edges and corners with careful precision. Flora starts hanging them along the tents, adjusting angles and spacing until everything looks deliberate, neat, and inviting, the last of the afternoon’s chaos settling into something that finally resembles a proper event.
Flora picks 3!
She straightens when Colt speaks, swiping sweat from her brow with the back of her arm. "Yeeeeeah, it was right after I'd gone through a breakup," she admits easily, a shrug rolling through her shoulders. "Last thing I wanted was to accidentally run into my ex while everyone else was having a great time, y'know?" Her mouth quirks, softer now. "This year though? I'll for sure come." And she would, despite the fact that things were arguably worse with Jack than they had been the year before.
At the suggestion of riding, Flora laughs outright, shaking her head. "I rode Sohalia once when she was a pegasus," she says, glancing over with a grin. "Stayed on the whole time, technically, but I'm definitely not a natural, lets put it that way."
When the bleachers are declared done, she dumps her sponge with relief and follows along, already eyeing the signs. "I’ll take those," she offers, stepping toward the stack as Spice flits in to help, wings catching edges and corners with careful precision. Flora starts hanging them along the tents, adjusting angles and spacing until everything looks deliberate, neat, and inviting, the last of the afternoon’s chaos settling into something that finally resembles a proper event.
Flora picks 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
