your touch brought forth an incandescent glow, tarnished but so grand
Spice glances up at Sila’s call, bottle forgotten so completely that it rolls back into the shallow groove she’d been worrying into the sand. With an eager chirrup, she springs into the air and wings toward the other dragon, leaving Flora to watch her go with an amused little shake of her head before turning back to Melita.
Flora chuckles at the admission, her grin widening as she lifts one shoulder in a loose shrug. "I always kind of treat Safrin like a cat." There’s affection in the comparison rather than disrespect, and Flora’s smile turns knowingly crooked as she reaches for the sled’s handle again. "You know, they’re always in control, and even when they’re being cute and nice, the claws can still come out." Her aqua eyes brighten as she glances sidelong at Melita. "And when they do, it’s only sometimes your fault."
She nudges the sled onward until another bottle catches the light, then bends to pluck it from the sand while Melita explains what Safrin had said about the antlers. "Oooh." Flora laughs as she straightens, tossing the bottle onto the pile with a rattle. "And here I’ve just been using them for ambience." Her grin turns sheepish beneath the ridiculousness of having apparently decorated her dining room with a potentially useful piece of nightmare-hunting equipment. "They glow," she adds, by way of explaination.
"Okay, cool. Well, I’ll go see Safrin about it and find out what she can make of them, then." The thought settles easily enough into place, though her nose wrinkles as soon as she considers Melita deliberately digging around inside nightmares. There are some things boldness and a weapon can solve beautifully, but dreams have always seemed far less obliging about where one is meant to stab them.
"It’s a shame Remi isn’t Ludo’s demigod anymore." Flora’s gaze drifts briefly toward the sea as she tries to remember the exact boundaries of what her dad can and can’t do these days, which is never particularly straightforward where demigods are concerned. "Dreams used to be his thing." She shrugs, fingers tightening around the sled’s rope as she begins pulling it forward again. "I don’t think he can do it anymore, although he and Kai used that dreamsand from the desert and apparently had a wild time."
Flora chuckles at the admission, her grin widening as she lifts one shoulder in a loose shrug. "I always kind of treat Safrin like a cat." There’s affection in the comparison rather than disrespect, and Flora’s smile turns knowingly crooked as she reaches for the sled’s handle again. "You know, they’re always in control, and even when they’re being cute and nice, the claws can still come out." Her aqua eyes brighten as she glances sidelong at Melita. "And when they do, it’s only sometimes your fault."
She nudges the sled onward until another bottle catches the light, then bends to pluck it from the sand while Melita explains what Safrin had said about the antlers. "Oooh." Flora laughs as she straightens, tossing the bottle onto the pile with a rattle. "And here I’ve just been using them for ambience." Her grin turns sheepish beneath the ridiculousness of having apparently decorated her dining room with a potentially useful piece of nightmare-hunting equipment. "They glow," she adds, by way of explaination.
"Okay, cool. Well, I’ll go see Safrin about it and find out what she can make of them, then." The thought settles easily enough into place, though her nose wrinkles as soon as she considers Melita deliberately digging around inside nightmares. There are some things boldness and a weapon can solve beautifully, but dreams have always seemed far less obliging about where one is meant to stab them.
"It’s a shame Remi isn’t Ludo’s demigod anymore." Flora’s gaze drifts briefly toward the sea as she tries to remember the exact boundaries of what her dad can and can’t do these days, which is never particularly straightforward where demigods are concerned. "Dreams used to be his thing." She shrugs, fingers tightening around the sled’s rope as she begins pulling it forward again. "I don’t think he can do it anymore, although he and Kai used that dreamsand from the desert and apparently had a wild time."
