Flora
The softness in his voice catches her before she has the chance to make another argument out of rocks and semantics, and Flora laughs a little helplessly as her expression gives way beneath it. How Kaisel always manages to wriggle free of her traps and somehow leave her stomach fluttering with affection instead is beyond her, but it’s also, inconveniently, one of the primary reasons she’d married him. Rather than sharpening the moment into another bit of sass, she lets herself look at him with all of it instead, her smile warm and crooked in the glow of the stones around them. "Hard to imagine my life getting any better than it already is."
Still, she’s always been happy to watch him preen, and if there are ever times when she’s disappointed that her gaze doesn’t fluster him quite the way it had before they’d started dating, the way he shines beneath her attention more than makes up for it. As the tent starts to take shape between them, she lets her eyes linger openly while he squares his shoulders and puffs up beneath the weight of her stare, because really, if he’s going to offer a show, it would be rude not to appreciate it. His outburst has her snickering, and her brows lift with all the wide-eyed innocence of someone who absolutely started this on purpose. "I don’t actually think many people need to be told that." Her mouth twists as she pauses, reconsidering with exaggerated seriousness. "Or maybe just the ones already inclined to eat rocks need that particular lesson spelled out for them."
The mention of control pulls a much less admiring look from her, and Flora’s nose wrinkles immediately. "Gross." Whatever romance or temptation had been clinging to the tent poles dies an undignified little death beneath the thought of yellow snow art. She’s just reaching toward the heap of supplies when a pillow comes flying at her, and the dramatic "OOF" she gives as she catches it against her chest is far more theatrical than the impact deserves.
Her glare is fond and utterly unconvincing before she tosses the pillow into the tent after the others, then turns toward the truly absurd pile of things that had come from the backpack. Crouching, she starts sorting through the sprawl with only slightly more method than curiosity, shifting blankets and supplies aside while the glowstones cast soft, uneven light over her hands. "We brought the healing water for Ghilio somewhere, right?"
Still, she’s always been happy to watch him preen, and if there are ever times when she’s disappointed that her gaze doesn’t fluster him quite the way it had before they’d started dating, the way he shines beneath her attention more than makes up for it. As the tent starts to take shape between them, she lets her eyes linger openly while he squares his shoulders and puffs up beneath the weight of her stare, because really, if he’s going to offer a show, it would be rude not to appreciate it. His outburst has her snickering, and her brows lift with all the wide-eyed innocence of someone who absolutely started this on purpose. "I don’t actually think many people need to be told that." Her mouth twists as she pauses, reconsidering with exaggerated seriousness. "Or maybe just the ones already inclined to eat rocks need that particular lesson spelled out for them."
The mention of control pulls a much less admiring look from her, and Flora’s nose wrinkles immediately. "Gross." Whatever romance or temptation had been clinging to the tent poles dies an undignified little death beneath the thought of yellow snow art. She’s just reaching toward the heap of supplies when a pillow comes flying at her, and the dramatic "OOF" she gives as she catches it against her chest is far more theatrical than the impact deserves.
Her glare is fond and utterly unconvincing before she tosses the pillow into the tent after the others, then turns toward the truly absurd pile of things that had come from the backpack. Crouching, she starts sorting through the sprawl with only slightly more method than curiosity, shifting blankets and supplies aside while the glowstones cast soft, uneven light over her hands. "We brought the healing water for Ghilio somewhere, right?"
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
