i could be the reason you can't sleep at night
"—it’s actually insane that this is just from space," Flora’s saying as her boots test each step with a care that looks more like impatience than caution, the damp heat clinging to her skin in a way that makes her want to peel it off and leave it somewhere behind her, preferably far, far away from whatever this place thinks it is.
The air sits heavy in her lungs, thick as syrup and twice as unwelcome, and she exhales sharply through her nose as if that might fix it, as if she can bully the atmosphere into behaving like something breathable instead of whatever this wet, suffocating nonsense is meant to be, her fingers flicking absently toward one of her rings before she thinks better of it and lets her hand fall again, gold catching briefly in the violet haze as she shifts her weight forward.
There’s a pause only long enough for her to angle herself around the edge of something she absolutely does not trust not to give way beneath her, her balance adjusting with a subtle sway that sends her curls brushing against her cheek, already sticking slightly from the humidity, and she makes a small face about it before tossing them back with a quick, irritated movement. Then she glances over her shoulder, aqua eyes narrowing just a fraction as they find Mateo.
"So how exactly does one find out if any of these plants have...er..the sorts of qualities you're looking for?"
The air sits heavy in her lungs, thick as syrup and twice as unwelcome, and she exhales sharply through her nose as if that might fix it, as if she can bully the atmosphere into behaving like something breathable instead of whatever this wet, suffocating nonsense is meant to be, her fingers flicking absently toward one of her rings before she thinks better of it and lets her hand fall again, gold catching briefly in the violet haze as she shifts her weight forward.
There’s a pause only long enough for her to angle herself around the edge of something she absolutely does not trust not to give way beneath her, her balance adjusting with a subtle sway that sends her curls brushing against her cheek, already sticking slightly from the humidity, and she makes a small face about it before tossing them back with a quick, irritated movement. Then she glances over her shoulder, aqua eyes narrowing just a fraction as they find Mateo.
"So how exactly does one find out if any of these plants have...er..the sorts of qualities you're looking for?"
