i'll bring your blue sky back

shed every skin that doesn't fit
even if they call you cold-blooded

Danta had stepped out, which had left her to finish up the rest of the day by organizing yet another stack of frogs – these ones she’d painstakingly colored its feet to a yellow in order to make it more distinguishable when she stacks them in the drawer with a rack inside to situate them perfectly. The yellow, specifically, is a new way of trying to organize, with a rainbow of colors to differentiate what items are for infrastructure, which are comments and complaints, which are leader correspondence. So far, the filing system has worked, and when she’s done and the time has come for her to leave, she snags her red leather jacket and slips it over her shoulders to step out of the office.

The door opens to a crowd, though, and she shoots her husband a bright smile before looking over to Flora with some surprise. “Oh! Hey Flora! I was just about done for the day but if you need something we can totally do that too.” Whichever she needed or wanted, she supposes. Most often Flora’s letters were sent directly to Danta with very little of her own input. But as the registrar, she would always make sure she was available when needed.

Though it doesn’t stop her from stepping over to Fox to link her arm with his, content to drag him into the office with her if she had to file something else away for Flora or make sure that the Theocrat saw it sooner rather than later. At least they were out right now so she could slip something under their door without hearing a snarl. Or something else she likely doesn’t wanna hear.

KIADA

and when they try to stop your growth?
unhinge your jaw and go for the throat