flora
"If you need help with anything," Flora says, adjusting her sunglasses as she lets the tumsea drift wherever the Honeybee’s wake decides to push it, deliberately kicking herself farther into the middle so she can be jostled around like cargo in a tide. "Just let me know."
She watches Melita skim the water, sun striking the ridiculous ducks on her bikini, and something about the image makes Flora huff under her breath in fond disbelief before shaking her head slightly. "For a long time, having my parents in my back pocket had felt so good." It had been wings if she'd needed them, safety and certainty and the biggest get out of jail free card in what felt like the whole world. "But lately," she continues, shifting her weight as the float tilts and correcting it without thinking, "I kind of want to hold my own more, y'know?" The admission is not sharp; it’s thoughtful, a little restless.
She glances toward Melita then, not accusing, not heavy, just curious, as if she suspects the Honeybee understands what it is to stand in someone else’s long shadow and decide she would rather cast her own.
When they circle back to the cannons, Flora nods, settling into the logistics with a smirk. "Yeah for sure, the port sounds smart. Clear warning, clear line of sight so anyone sailing in knows what they're getting into." Her grin returns, slow and wicked. "And it means we don't have to rely on underwater monsters dragging a floating platform into place every time someone gets ambitious." She rolls her eyes behind her lenses, immediately chastising herself for suggesting something for the entire region that relied on her parents to move around.
She watches Melita skim the water, sun striking the ridiculous ducks on her bikini, and something about the image makes Flora huff under her breath in fond disbelief before shaking her head slightly. "For a long time, having my parents in my back pocket had felt so good." It had been wings if she'd needed them, safety and certainty and the biggest get out of jail free card in what felt like the whole world. "But lately," she continues, shifting her weight as the float tilts and correcting it without thinking, "I kind of want to hold my own more, y'know?" The admission is not sharp; it’s thoughtful, a little restless.
She glances toward Melita then, not accusing, not heavy, just curious, as if she suspects the Honeybee understands what it is to stand in someone else’s long shadow and decide she would rather cast her own.
When they circle back to the cannons, Flora nods, settling into the logistics with a smirk. "Yeah for sure, the port sounds smart. Clear warning, clear line of sight so anyone sailing in knows what they're getting into." Her grin returns, slow and wicked. "And it means we don't have to rely on underwater monsters dragging a floating platform into place every time someone gets ambitious." She rolls her eyes behind her lenses, immediately chastising herself for suggesting something for the entire region that relied on her parents to move around.
I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights
I wanna kill the lights
