flora
Flora laughs, the sound tumbling out like sunlight through windchimes as she links her arm through Sohalia’s without hesitation. "Oh, absolutely get you one. I got the ring right after Jack and I died." Her tone is light, but her eyes flick with something darker for a second—memory catching at the edge of her words. "While we were healing up, the fae were so over him. Kept freezing everything by "accident". They basically handed me the ring and were like, ‘Please take your snow cone boyfriend and leave.' " They'd called him the iceman, actually, but if she couldn't malign her ex-boyfriend's name every now and then, what was the point?
They veer toward the shipping district, where cloth vendors and metalworkers crowd the lanes with colour and clatter. The scent of wind and forged steel clings to the breeze, and Flora gives Soh’s arm a little squeeze. "Okay," she says, tugging them into step together, "I want every detail. Frey, armour, your quest—spill. I’m all ears and extremely nosy."
And with that, the wind at their backs and the ache in their chests softened by movement and mischief, the two girls disappear into Stormbreak’s bustle—daggers stilled, laughter rising, the storm inside them eased for just a while.
~FIN
They veer toward the shipping district, where cloth vendors and metalworkers crowd the lanes with colour and clatter. The scent of wind and forged steel clings to the breeze, and Flora gives Soh’s arm a little squeeze. "Okay," she says, tugging them into step together, "I want every detail. Frey, armour, your quest—spill. I’m all ears and extremely nosy."
And with that, the wind at their backs and the ache in their chests softened by movement and mischief, the two girls disappear into Stormbreak’s bustle—daggers stilled, laughter rising, the storm inside them eased for just a while.
~FIN
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
