i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
Flora’s grin brightens at that, the compliment landing easily even if it carries a weight she doesn’t quite lean into, and she tips her chin just slightly as though accepting something far more dramatic than it is. "Mm, well, I’m called the Doubletake for more than just my looks," she says, winking with an almost shameless bit of flair,
"As for sailors..." she says, exhaling softly through her nose. "The only one I know who might even consider something like that is Thalassa, and I’m not sure she’d love hooves on deck either." Jack is excluded from the list obviously for reasons that don't need naming, least of all because certainly he'd not allow horses on his ship.
Grinning again, easier now, Flora lifts one shoulder in a small shrug. "Seriously, though, if you need anything at all, let me know."
Then, because she isn’t going to bank on Colt failing and still can’t help wanting to leave a net beneath her all the same, her expression softens into something more sincere. "And if it comes to that," she says, "Torchline would be better for having you." Taking a breath, Flora glances back toward the boardwalk, the rest of her day tugging insistently at her sleeve, and exhales. "Shit, I’ve gotta go." Her attention snaps back to Colt, brows lifting with sudden seriousness that cuts through the ease of everything else. "For real, though. I’m happy to help. Anything you need."
With that she gives the rancher a wave, Spice shifting against her shoulders as she turns back into the rush and racket of Kaiholo Port.
~FIN
"As for sailors..." she says, exhaling softly through her nose. "The only one I know who might even consider something like that is Thalassa, and I’m not sure she’d love hooves on deck either." Jack is excluded from the list obviously for reasons that don't need naming, least of all because certainly he'd not allow horses on his ship.
Grinning again, easier now, Flora lifts one shoulder in a small shrug. "Seriously, though, if you need anything at all, let me know."
Then, because she isn’t going to bank on Colt failing and still can’t help wanting to leave a net beneath her all the same, her expression softens into something more sincere. "And if it comes to that," she says, "Torchline would be better for having you." Taking a breath, Flora glances back toward the boardwalk, the rest of her day tugging insistently at her sleeve, and exhales. "Shit, I’ve gotta go." Her attention snaps back to Colt, brows lifting with sudden seriousness that cuts through the ease of everything else. "For real, though. I’m happy to help. Anything you need."
With that she gives the rancher a wave, Spice shifting against her shoulders as she turns back into the rush and racket of Kaiholo Port.
~FIN
