flora
Flora lets out a short, cool laugh at that, not unkind but edged with realism, and tips her head in a small nod. "If it came down to his pride or being alive," she says, squinting faintly against the sun, "I don't even think Jack is that much of a bastard." The corner of her mouth lifts, but there is no softness in it; Ronin’s complicated answer is more or less what she expected, and if anything it confirms the shape of the thing in her mind, that Jack could make a mess, that there would be deliberation and debate and nuance afterwards, that nothing about him has ever been clean, and that he'd probably make it out alive.
At the mention of the feather, she gives another small shrug. [asy]"If something managed to actually kill him, I doubt it would stay quiet," she says. Someone would have been bragging before they met an untimely end, or some monster's head would be up on a pike for it. There is almost a fondness in that observation, though it is distant, dulled.
The tension ebbs from her posture gradually, replaced by something brighter and more familiar. She wrinkles her nose at the Knight when he offers his support for the cannons and then shifts forward onto her hands and knees through the grass, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, sun-warmed skin and all. "Thanks for the chat," she says lightly as she straightens again, brushing grass from her knees and adjusting the knot of her shirt with a quick tug. "Melita is going to be so stoked."
She steps back a pace, lifting her bottle in a small salute. "I'll let you get back to gardening duty," she adds, amusement threading easily through her tone now. "Try not to have too much fun."
With a final wave, she turns and begins the walk back across the meadow toward where the Sugartide waits beyond the rise, Spice lifting from her shoulder to circle once overhead before settling again as Flora heads home.
~FIN
At the mention of the feather, she gives another small shrug. [asy]"If something managed to actually kill him, I doubt it would stay quiet," she says. Someone would have been bragging before they met an untimely end, or some monster's head would be up on a pike for it. There is almost a fondness in that observation, though it is distant, dulled.
The tension ebbs from her posture gradually, replaced by something brighter and more familiar. She wrinkles her nose at the Knight when he offers his support for the cannons and then shifts forward onto her hands and knees through the grass, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek, sun-warmed skin and all. "Thanks for the chat," she says lightly as she straightens again, brushing grass from her knees and adjusting the knot of her shirt with a quick tug. "Melita is going to be so stoked."
She steps back a pace, lifting her bottle in a small salute. "I'll let you get back to gardening duty," she adds, amusement threading easily through her tone now. "Try not to have too much fun."
With a final wave, she turns and begins the walk back across the meadow toward where the Sugartide waits beyond the rise, Spice lifting from her shoulder to circle once overhead before settling again as Flora heads home.
~FIN
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
