i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora’s brows lift at that, the expression arriving easily and without calculation, confusion bright and genuine across her face as though Colt has suddenly shifted the conversation onto a road Flora hadn’t realized they were standing near. For a moment she just watches her, the steady scrape of metal on stone continuing beneath the noise of the harbour, Spice shifting slightly along the back of her neck as the little dragon peers down with mild interest. "News?" she echoes, the word leaving her with a small, curious laugh as her head tips a fraction to one side.
As Colt gestures to the whetstone, Flora laughs and nods. "Yeah," she says, the grin returning as quick as sunlight breaking through clouds, her gaze dropping briefly to the knife before drifting back up again. She tilts her head the other direction this time, curls shifting slightly where they’ve been pinned up, gold catching the light as she moves. "What else would I mean?"
The question is light, but her eyes linger on Colt a moment longer than simple teasing might require, curiosity settling there in a quiet, thoughtful way as though she’s turning something over in her mind without quite deciding what shape it might take yet. Spice lifts her small white head again, the dragon’s gaze flicking between Colt and the blade with equal suspicion while Flora remains leaning easily against the table, waiting for Colt to fill in whatever gap she seems to have wandered into.
As Colt gestures to the whetstone, Flora laughs and nods. "Yeah," she says, the grin returning as quick as sunlight breaking through clouds, her gaze dropping briefly to the knife before drifting back up again. She tilts her head the other direction this time, curls shifting slightly where they’ve been pinned up, gold catching the light as she moves. "What else would I mean?"
The question is light, but her eyes linger on Colt a moment longer than simple teasing might require, curiosity settling there in a quiet, thoughtful way as though she’s turning something over in her mind without quite deciding what shape it might take yet. Spice lifts her small white head again, the dragon’s gaze flicking between Colt and the blade with equal suspicion while Flora remains leaning easily against the table, waiting for Colt to fill in whatever gap she seems to have wandered into.
