karma's a relaxing thought, aren't you envious that for you it's not?
Flora’s grin is immediate as Safrin takes shape, bright and a little conspiratorial as she tips the goddess a wink in return, easy and familiar as breath. Drifting toward the window as Safrin turns, shoulder brushing lightly against the stone as her gaze drops to the docks below, Flora watches it happen; watches as the cannon takes form, her eyes tracking the way it settles into place like it’s always belonged there.
Her smile spreads, slow and satisfied, something sharper underneath it now. "Thanks so much, Safrin," she says, turning back toward her, the grin still easy but edged with something deliberate. "We’ll definitely make the most of it."
Her fingers curl loosely around the neck of the champagne bottle as she lifts it slightly, a casual, wordless toast before taking another sip, gaze flicking once more toward the docks like she can’t quite help herself, already planning who would be the first to fire the cannon.
~FIN
Her smile spreads, slow and satisfied, something sharper underneath it now. "Thanks so much, Safrin," she says, turning back toward her, the grin still easy but edged with something deliberate. "We’ll definitely make the most of it."
Her fingers curl loosely around the neck of the champagne bottle as she lifts it slightly, a casual, wordless toast before taking another sip, gaze flicking once more toward the docks like she can’t quite help herself, already planning who would be the first to fire the cannon.
~FIN
