Flora
Flora lets out a low snicker as Sohalia loops their arms together, allowing herself to be tugged along the damp stretch of sand with the sort of loose, easy compliance reserved only for best friends and very persistent tides. Her gaze sweeps the shoreline as they walk, aqua eyes scanning the grey scatter of pebbles and shells for anything bright enough to earn a place in their baskets. When she spots a few pale, glossy shells half-buried in the wet sand, she pauses long enough to crouch and pluck them free, the smooth white curves clicking softly together as she drops them into the little basket swinging from her wrist.
"That’s the idea," she says with a grin at Soh’s question about the quest, straightening and brushing damp sand from her fingers against the side of her rain jacket. Her smile lingers as they start walking again, though it sharpens slightly when Sohalia delivers that suspicious little preface. Don’t freak out rarely introduces anything calm, and Flora is already grinning in anticipation before the words even finish forming.
She’s so certain she knows what’s coming that her thoughts run ahead of the sentence, neatly filling the space after I slept with, with Koa. Except Sohalia says Zavien instead, and Flora's mouth drops open. Not dramatically, not theatrically, just genuinely, the expression hanging there for a heartbeat as her brain scrambles to reroute itself away from the assumption it had been sprinting toward. She blinks once, twice, staring at Sohalia with wide aqua eyes as the rain mists softly around them, then her lips press together as she very deliberately does not freak out (even if the situation very much calls for it).
Instead she blinks again—comically this time—before leaning closer with a sudden burst of delighted urgency. "Well??" she demands, the word bursting out of her like a cork popping free of a bottle. "How was it?" Her grin spreads wider, bright and conspiratorial as she bumps Soh lightly with her shoulder. "Tell me everything."
"That’s the idea," she says with a grin at Soh’s question about the quest, straightening and brushing damp sand from her fingers against the side of her rain jacket. Her smile lingers as they start walking again, though it sharpens slightly when Sohalia delivers that suspicious little preface. Don’t freak out rarely introduces anything calm, and Flora is already grinning in anticipation before the words even finish forming.
She’s so certain she knows what’s coming that her thoughts run ahead of the sentence, neatly filling the space after I slept with, with Koa. Except Sohalia says Zavien instead, and Flora's mouth drops open. Not dramatically, not theatrically, just genuinely, the expression hanging there for a heartbeat as her brain scrambles to reroute itself away from the assumption it had been sprinting toward. She blinks once, twice, staring at Sohalia with wide aqua eyes as the rain mists softly around them, then her lips press together as she very deliberately does not freak out (even if the situation very much calls for it).
Instead she blinks again—comically this time—before leaning closer with a sudden burst of delighted urgency. "Well??" she demands, the word bursting out of her like a cork popping free of a bottle. "How was it?" Her grin spreads wider, bright and conspiratorial as she bumps Soh lightly with her shoulder. "Tell me everything."
There's somethin' warm about the winter when you come around
there's nothin' boujee 'bout you cozy as a hand me down
there's nothin' boujee 'bout you cozy as a hand me down
Code stolen from Queen Sky
