slow down, you're doing fine
Flora presses a hand dramatically to her heart as Soh half-laughs, half-panics, eyes sparkling with merciless delight. "If you hate it," she vows solemnly, though the corners of her mouth are already twitching, "if it is the worst experience of your life and you regret every second of it, I will take you out for dinner as a formal apology." Her brows bounce suggestively, absolutely doubting that would happen.
When Soh mutters about the sweat being inevitable in this weather, Flora has to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from dissolving into laughter, shoulders hitching faintly with the effort. Out of the corner of her eye she catches sight of Kaisel yanking off his boots, and a sharp little thrill zips through her like she has just won something already. She straightens subtly, smugness blooming warm in her chest, because gods if Sohalia isn't her absolute favourite person on the planet right now.
Reaching forward, she tucks a few rebellious strands back into Soh’s braid, smoothing them with gentle fingers, gold rings glinting in the sun. For all the teasing, her gaze when it settles on her friend is fond and steady. "I'm going to be fiiiiine," she insists, drawing the word out with playful conviction before her hands squeeze Soh’s arms once before dropping away. "I'll be cheering hella loud in the stands," she promises, chin lifting with confidence as her eyes flick toward the arena where names are being called. "Louder than anyone. Embarrassingly loud." A grin flashes, bright and fearless. "Now go. Make him work for it."
Flora is sitting alone in the stands
6/6 clothes
When Soh mutters about the sweat being inevitable in this weather, Flora has to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from dissolving into laughter, shoulders hitching faintly with the effort. Out of the corner of her eye she catches sight of Kaisel yanking off his boots, and a sharp little thrill zips through her like she has just won something already. She straightens subtly, smugness blooming warm in her chest, because gods if Sohalia isn't her absolute favourite person on the planet right now.
Reaching forward, she tucks a few rebellious strands back into Soh’s braid, smoothing them with gentle fingers, gold rings glinting in the sun. For all the teasing, her gaze when it settles on her friend is fond and steady. "I'm going to be fiiiiine," she insists, drawing the word out with playful conviction before her hands squeeze Soh’s arms once before dropping away. "I'll be cheering hella loud in the stands," she promises, chin lifting with confidence as her eyes flick toward the arena where names are being called. "Louder than anyone. Embarrassingly loud." A grin flashes, bright and fearless. "Now go. Make him work for it."
Flora is sitting alone in the stands
6/6 clothes
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
