ditch the clowns, get the crown
Flora stands just off to the side of the cannon, one hand braced lightly against the sun-warmed wood beside her as her curls slip loose from their pins and cling faintly to the back of her neck, the heat of Leafchange doing nothing to dull the brightness in her expression as she angles her body toward Melita with a grin that feels a touch too sharp to be entirely innocent.
Gold glints at her fingers as she gestures toward the cannonballs stacked nearby and then to the cannon itself, her rings catching the light in quick, flashing accents as though they’re as eager as she is, and there’s something almost conspiratorial in the way her smile pulls wider, like she’s offering not just permission but an invitation to do something just shy of reckless. "It seems only right that you be the first one to fire it," she says, grin crooked. "It's a shame there's not like, anything specific to aim for, but.." Trailing off, she shrugs her shoulders bouncily. No doubt seeing the cannonball sail through the harbour and slam into the open water would be spectacle enough given no one would be expecting it.
Gold glints at her fingers as she gestures toward the cannonballs stacked nearby and then to the cannon itself, her rings catching the light in quick, flashing accents as though they’re as eager as she is, and there’s something almost conspiratorial in the way her smile pulls wider, like she’s offering not just permission but an invitation to do something just shy of reckless. "It seems only right that you be the first one to fire it," she says, grin crooked. "It's a shame there's not like, anything specific to aim for, but.." Trailing off, she shrugs her shoulders bouncily. No doubt seeing the cannonball sail through the harbour and slam into the open water would be spectacle enough given no one would be expecting it.
Flora
baby i'm the one to beat
