flora
Flora nods along, the logic of it settling easily enough even if the execution still feels wildly questionable. "I didn’t ask at the time because I was trying to be supportive," she says, the word landing with just enough dryness to undercut itself, "but given the Greatwood is right there, it’s kind of wild she picked murderous sand land over magical forest." Flora is biased on this point of course, but even if she weren't, it still seems like a crazy option.
The Maverick's compliment earns a quiet snicker, her shoulder lifting in a half-shrug that doesn’t pretend she’s responsible for all of it, even if she’s not about to downplay what she’s built either. Her attention flicks to the paper in his hands as it transforms, the origami frog earning a small, private smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth before she looks back up and exhales, rolling her glass between her fingers. "Colt definitely strikes me as the type to die mad about something rather than admit defeat," she says, tone almost admiring if not for the way it tightens at the edges. A trait Flora would have a good deal more sympathy for had she not so recently been slighted by the rancher.
Her gaze tracks Danta as he vanishes and reappears across the room, the movement earning little more than a blink before she settles again, growing more and more used to seeing Ancients dart around, and lifts one shoulder in another loose shrug. "Who knows. Maybe she’s got, like, twenty favours from the gods she’s planning to cash in," she says, the idea tossed out lightly, more speculation than belief. "But given how long it’s taken Sunjata to get King’s End up and running from how he found it, I do not think this is going to be a smooth venture."
The Maverick's compliment earns a quiet snicker, her shoulder lifting in a half-shrug that doesn’t pretend she’s responsible for all of it, even if she’s not about to downplay what she’s built either. Her attention flicks to the paper in his hands as it transforms, the origami frog earning a small, private smirk that tugs at the corner of her mouth before she looks back up and exhales, rolling her glass between her fingers. "Colt definitely strikes me as the type to die mad about something rather than admit defeat," she says, tone almost admiring if not for the way it tightens at the edges. A trait Flora would have a good deal more sympathy for had she not so recently been slighted by the rancher.
Her gaze tracks Danta as he vanishes and reappears across the room, the movement earning little more than a blink before she settles again, growing more and more used to seeing Ancients dart around, and lifts one shoulder in another loose shrug. "Who knows. Maybe she’s got, like, twenty favours from the gods she’s planning to cash in," she says, the idea tossed out lightly, more speculation than belief. "But given how long it’s taken Sunjata to get King’s End up and running from how he found it, I do not think this is going to be a smooth venture."
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
