candlewax & polaroids on the hardwood floor
Flora’s eyes go wide at the idea, her gasp sharp and delighted as she leans forward in her chair, the baby held steady against her as if this is now a serious planning discussion. "Yes," she says emphatically, grinning at Ronin with a kind of wicked approval. "Slapping it over their mouths would feel so satisfying, too."
She eases back again with a small roll of her eyes, the motion exaggerated but fond as she adjusts the baby slightly higher against her chest. "You say that, but you literally just had magical plant-twins," she points out, arching a brow at him. "Not very boring-old-man coded, if you ask me."
At the question about Zavien, she shrugs, the movement careful so as not to jostle the small weight in her arms. "I’m not sure," she admits, glancing down briefly before looking back up. "Sohalia said she’d mention it to him. I know he settled in King’s End, but..there aren’t any soldiers there." Her mouth tilts faintly, not blaming Sunjata at all for being able to rely on the Refuge and his skills as a demigod to keep his region in line. "Hard to imagine that’s where someone who was a dragoon wants to stay long-term."
As for the Fingers and Jack's potential smoothing of them, Flora will give her head a little shake. "Okay, but what if that is why things have settled down?" she says, the question landing more carefully than the ones before it. "Things have been rough since he left, and maybe it’s a coincidence, but..." She hesitates, not long, but enough to be noticeable. "It also might not be." Her shoulders rise and fall in a small, restless shrug, the motion at odds with the steadiness she keeps for the baby in her arms. "Do you think it’d ever be worth it to ask him to come back?" she asks, quieter now, the words chosen as she goes. "Or to, like...I dunno, make it easier for him to?"
She glances at Ronin then, searching his face, her head tilting slightly as if that might soften the question. "You’re down there way more than I am. Is that a crazy thing to even consider?"
She eases back again with a small roll of her eyes, the motion exaggerated but fond as she adjusts the baby slightly higher against her chest. "You say that, but you literally just had magical plant-twins," she points out, arching a brow at him. "Not very boring-old-man coded, if you ask me."
At the question about Zavien, she shrugs, the movement careful so as not to jostle the small weight in her arms. "I’m not sure," she admits, glancing down briefly before looking back up. "Sohalia said she’d mention it to him. I know he settled in King’s End, but..there aren’t any soldiers there." Her mouth tilts faintly, not blaming Sunjata at all for being able to rely on the Refuge and his skills as a demigod to keep his region in line. "Hard to imagine that’s where someone who was a dragoon wants to stay long-term."
As for the Fingers and Jack's potential smoothing of them, Flora will give her head a little shake. "Okay, but what if that is why things have settled down?" she says, the question landing more carefully than the ones before it. "Things have been rough since he left, and maybe it’s a coincidence, but..." She hesitates, not long, but enough to be noticeable. "It also might not be." Her shoulders rise and fall in a small, restless shrug, the motion at odds with the steadiness she keeps for the baby in her arms. "Do you think it’d ever be worth it to ask him to come back?" she asks, quieter now, the words chosen as she goes. "Or to, like...I dunno, make it easier for him to?"
She glances at Ronin then, searching his face, her head tilting slightly as if that might soften the question. "You’re down there way more than I am. Is that a crazy thing to even consider?"
