candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora sets the molten pineapple smoothie down in front of Ronin on the Northaven’s deck, angled toward the hand he isn’t using to hold the newborn, before dropping into the chair across from him with an easy, familiar plop, bare legs stretching out under the table as she settles. The air’s cooler with Leafchange, but not enough to matter; her shorts and sun-warmed skin don’t so much as hesitate against it, and she hooks one arm over the side of the chair while the other rests loosely in her lap, attention already fixed on one of her new siblings.
Spice perches along the railing just behind her shoulder, a small, pale presence Flora doesn’t bother checking on, because she knows exactly where the dragon is without looking. Instead, her gaze stays on the baby in Ronin’s arms before lifting back to his face with a grin that doesn’t try to hide how pleased she is by the whole situation. "And how are my two new favourite siblings doing?"
Spice perches along the railing just behind her shoulder, a small, pale presence Flora doesn’t bother checking on, because she knows exactly where the dragon is without looking. Instead, her gaze stays on the baby in Ronin’s arms before lifting back to his face with a grin that doesn’t try to hide how pleased she is by the whole situation. "And how are my two new favourite siblings doing?"
