candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora pulls a faint frown at the Knight's argument, the expression exaggerated just enough to make it clear she’s not conceding anything despite not taking this very seriously, as she adjusts the baby slightly higher against her chest, her hand steady at his back. "No, not forever," she says, glancing up at Ronin with a look that lands somewhere between defence and mischief. "Just, like...when it’s unreasonable and annoying."
Flora huffs out a small laugh at his point about never getting any peace and quiet, shifting one shoulder as Spice noses in closer, her fingers lifting absently to keep the dragon from getting too involved without ever looking away from the baby. "Now who’s being unfair."
Ronin's next words settle differently and as her gaze lifts to him, something quieter slips in at the edges and for just a moment it presses somewhere she doesn’t linger. She lets it pass as easily as it comes, her mouth curving again as she leans back into her chair. "Well, look at you. Old dogs and your new tricks." Her attention drops back down, voice softening without losing its edge as she tips her head slightly toward the small face tucked against her. "Don’t make it too easy on them," she murmurs, the words pitched low and conspiratorial. "The might be old, but they still deserve some trauma in their lives."
With a laugh, she'll lift her eyes back to Ronin. "Melita and I fired the new cannon. Works super well."
Flora huffs out a small laugh at his point about never getting any peace and quiet, shifting one shoulder as Spice noses in closer, her fingers lifting absently to keep the dragon from getting too involved without ever looking away from the baby. "Now who’s being unfair."
Ronin's next words settle differently and as her gaze lifts to him, something quieter slips in at the edges and for just a moment it presses somewhere she doesn’t linger. She lets it pass as easily as it comes, her mouth curving again as she leans back into her chair. "Well, look at you. Old dogs and your new tricks." Her attention drops back down, voice softening without losing its edge as she tips her head slightly toward the small face tucked against her. "Don’t make it too easy on them," she murmurs, the words pitched low and conspiratorial. "The might be old, but they still deserve some trauma in their lives."
With a laugh, she'll lift her eyes back to Ronin. "Melita and I fired the new cannon. Works super well."
