Flora
Flora startles when Colt’s call cuts through the chaos, blinking once before looking down the length of what she and Thorn have assembled, and she throws her hands up in theatrical surrender, a laugh breaking free as she backs a step out of the way. "How were we supposed to know how long horse strides are?" she protests good-naturedly. " You didn't give us a ruler or a horse."
She grins to take any sting out of it and immediately falls back into motion, because fair enough, this is why Colt is in charge. As Colt starts marking distances, Flora mirrors the movement, using the toe of her boot to roll rails back through the dirt, nudging standards inward with short, controlled shoves until they line up closer to the indicated marks. It’s clumsy but cooperative, her focus shifting from creativity to execution.
Flora fixes the poles!
She grins to take any sting out of it and immediately falls back into motion, because fair enough, this is why Colt is in charge. As Colt starts marking distances, Flora mirrors the movement, using the toe of her boot to roll rails back through the dirt, nudging standards inward with short, controlled shoves until they line up closer to the indicated marks. It’s clumsy but cooperative, her focus shifting from creativity to execution.
Flora fixes the poles!
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
