I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings
For all the calm certainty Flora has arranged across her face, there is a small, unpleasant awareness beginning to gather beneath it. She can feel the argument narrowing, the ridiculous little court she has built around them rapidly running out of places for her to hide the truth, and when Kaisel tells her to wait, she lifts her chin at once as though she has not heard a thing worth worrying about. "No," she cuts in, shaking her head before he can build any further momentum. "I was just...you know." Her mouth twists, trying to find a version of the truth that will sound convincing enough to survive him. "That was a smile because my super hot husband was coming into the pool with me." It is not wholly untrue, which is the important part.
When his attention swings toward Spice and that accusing finger rises, the little dragon recoils against Flora’s shoulders with a dramatic flutter of wings, pearl-bright eyes going wide as if she has just been implicated in something truly monstrous. Flora brushes a thought against her companion, quick and apologetic, and Spice launches away from her shoulder at once, taking flight toward the far side of the kitchen with a wounded chirrup that manages to sound remarkably like betrayal.
Flora gasps, flapping her arms once against her sides in a sharp, offended huff before turning the full force of her glare back on Kaisel. "See what you did?" she demands, watching Spice retreat as though the dragon has been emotionally devastated rather than conveniently unavailable to testify. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, wet curls still clinging to her neck and shoulders as she scowls down at him with renewed disapproval. "You hurt her feelings. I sure hope you’re proud of yourself."
When his attention swings toward Spice and that accusing finger rises, the little dragon recoils against Flora’s shoulders with a dramatic flutter of wings, pearl-bright eyes going wide as if she has just been implicated in something truly monstrous. Flora brushes a thought against her companion, quick and apologetic, and Spice launches away from her shoulder at once, taking flight toward the far side of the kitchen with a wounded chirrup that manages to sound remarkably like betrayal.
Flora gasps, flapping her arms once against her sides in a sharp, offended huff before turning the full force of her glare back on Kaisel. "See what you did?" she demands, watching Spice retreat as though the dragon has been emotionally devastated rather than conveniently unavailable to testify. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, wet curls still clinging to her neck and shoulders as she scowls down at him with renewed disapproval. "You hurt her feelings. I sure hope you’re proud of yourself."
and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this
