is this the end of all the endings?
Flora comes to such an abrupt stop that the moss beneath her sandals threatens to make a whole dramatic incident of it, one hand lifting to her chest while her aqua eyes widen with bright, theatrical anticipation. "Oh?" she trills, immediately swept up in the grandness of whatever Kaisel is about to propose, because obviously if there are hammocks involved and he’s using that voice, then this is either going to be genius or fatal to someone’s dignity.
As he lays out the plan, Flora nods along with solemn, queenly confidence, her expression turning increasingly sagacious despite the fact that the plan is, in essence, run at a hammock and hope. "Mhm. Yes. Positioning. Prime comfort. I’m seeing the vision," she says, already leaning forward on the balls of her feet by the time he shoots her that grin and takes off.
Naturally, she darts after him without any real pause for safety, because the only thing worse than watching Kaisel attempt something stupid is not being close enough to participate when it works. Or, more likely, when it doesn’t. She has more than enough time to see the glorious arc of him turn into a less glorious collapse, the hammock bucking him down into the foliage in a tangle of limbs, netting, and one traitorous leaf, but instead of slowing, Flora’s grin only goes brighter and more dangerous.
"Geronimooo!" she calls, arms flung out and curls bouncing wildly as she launches herself toward him anyway, aiming for husband, hammock, and disaster with absolutely no intention of choosing between them.
[SE] I can shake it, I can shuffle, I can shimmy, I can griddy Bought bells with Kai!
As he lays out the plan, Flora nods along with solemn, queenly confidence, her expression turning increasingly sagacious despite the fact that the plan is, in essence, run at a hammock and hope. "Mhm. Yes. Positioning. Prime comfort. I’m seeing the vision," she says, already leaning forward on the balls of her feet by the time he shoots her that grin and takes off.
Naturally, she darts after him without any real pause for safety, because the only thing worse than watching Kaisel attempt something stupid is not being close enough to participate when it works. Or, more likely, when it doesn’t. She has more than enough time to see the glorious arc of him turn into a less glorious collapse, the hammock bucking him down into the foliage in a tangle of limbs, netting, and one traitorous leaf, but instead of slowing, Flora’s grin only goes brighter and more dangerous.
"Geronimooo!" she calls, arms flung out and curls bouncing wildly as she launches herself toward him anyway, aiming for husband, hammock, and disaster with absolutely no intention of choosing between them.
[SE] I can shake it, I can shuffle, I can shimmy, I can griddy Bought bells with Kai!
my broken bones are mending
