flora
Flora laughs softly, the sound warm and easy as she shakes her head, her gaze flicking over Soh with familiar fondness. At the mention of the maps, though, she nods, more thoughtful now, one shoulder lifting as she settles back into the chaise. "No, that makes total sense," she says. "I mean, you’re probably one of the only people who could actually make that useful. I don’t think anyone’s really mapped Hak Etme beyond ‘flat and deadly’ and then immediately turning around." Her mouth quirks faintly at that, like the understatement of it is almost funny.
She exhales, a small, helpless sort of sound slipping out as she shrugs, hands lifting slightly like there should be a laugh track somewhere in the distance to go with it. "Ahhhh, well," she sighs, letting it fall where it falls as she leans back, already half-moving on in her mind, until Soh says council.
Flora lurches forward slightly, the movement abrupt, her mouth parting without anything coming out as she just..blinks at her, once, twice, colour blooming quickly across her cheeks like something struck too close to the surface. Nothing comes out at first, just the flicker of thoughts, quick and sharp and unfiltered—what a bitch—before it stumbles into something else just as fast, just as instinctive—but Soh would never—and then it all starts trying to rearrange itself into something that makes sense.
Her eyes move over Soh’s face, searching, not in accusation but in confusion, like she’s trying to find the missing piece she somehow missed. Had Soh said something? Had she been unhappy? Is that why Colt would offer her not just a place there, but a council position, something that important, something that would pull her away?
Or—worse—is that what Soh wanted?
Flora leans back slowly, her expression smoothing out a fraction, but her mouth still works faintly like the words aren’t lining up properly. The thought that Colt would go behind her back like that feels..wrong, but the alternative sits heavier, sharper, harder to look at. She swallows, the wine suddenly sitting wrong on her tongue, too sweet and too sour all at once. "Oh?" she says finally, carefully, the word placed with deliberate lightness that doesn’t quite hide the thin edge beneath it. Her fingers tighten slightly around her glass before she forces them to loosen. "And...what did you say?"
She exhales, a small, helpless sort of sound slipping out as she shrugs, hands lifting slightly like there should be a laugh track somewhere in the distance to go with it. "Ahhhh, well," she sighs, letting it fall where it falls as she leans back, already half-moving on in her mind, until Soh says council.
Flora lurches forward slightly, the movement abrupt, her mouth parting without anything coming out as she just..blinks at her, once, twice, colour blooming quickly across her cheeks like something struck too close to the surface. Nothing comes out at first, just the flicker of thoughts, quick and sharp and unfiltered—what a bitch—before it stumbles into something else just as fast, just as instinctive—but Soh would never—and then it all starts trying to rearrange itself into something that makes sense.
Her eyes move over Soh’s face, searching, not in accusation but in confusion, like she’s trying to find the missing piece she somehow missed. Had Soh said something? Had she been unhappy? Is that why Colt would offer her not just a place there, but a council position, something that important, something that would pull her away?
Or—worse—is that what Soh wanted?
Flora leans back slowly, her expression smoothing out a fraction, but her mouth still works faintly like the words aren’t lining up properly. The thought that Colt would go behind her back like that feels..wrong, but the alternative sits heavier, sharper, harder to look at. She swallows, the wine suddenly sitting wrong on her tongue, too sweet and too sour all at once. "Oh?" she says finally, carefully, the word placed with deliberate lightness that doesn’t quite hide the thin edge beneath it. Her fingers tighten slightly around her glass before she forces them to loosen. "And...what did you say?"
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
