slow down, you're doing fine
"Not that I’m being judgy," Flora says over her shoulder, one hand still curled around the Sugartide’s wheel, "but it’s weird that their Skyship port isn’t also here." Below them, the Sand Gate looks less like a harbour than somebody had gathered every board too warped for a proper project and dared the Spillwave Sea to make something of it. Crooked docks shove unevenly into the water, their pilings dark at the base where the tide has worried at them for years, while a loose scatter of leaning posts and salvaged rope pretends at being a marina.
Her nose wrinkles before she can stop it, but then again, the Sugartide has never needed much permission to put down wherever Flora decides she wants it to, given her size. She loosens her grip just enough to let the vessel coast in a shallow, deliberate circle over the water, judging the docks with a narrowed gaze and the private confidence of someone who has become very accustomed to things rearranging themselves around her plans. "Whatever," she says, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that’s more forgiving than the expression she keeps pointed at the docks. "We’re smaller. We can anchor basically anywhere."
Turning a little farther, she flashes Danta a crooked grin. "Thanks for coming with me." It’s only a small shipment to pick up, and that should make this a relatively simple endeavour. Her mouth presses briefly to one side as she glances back toward the water, though, where the shifting surface gives nothing away but sunlight and the soft curl of wake beneath the Sugartide’s hull. "Last time Kai came up, he got attacked by this weird monster thing?" she adds, the words coming out with faintly affronted disbelief. "And then it turned into a bag of sand after, so..." So that's why the Maverick was here, and not Flora's husband.
Her nose wrinkles before she can stop it, but then again, the Sugartide has never needed much permission to put down wherever Flora decides she wants it to, given her size. She loosens her grip just enough to let the vessel coast in a shallow, deliberate circle over the water, judging the docks with a narrowed gaze and the private confidence of someone who has become very accustomed to things rearranging themselves around her plans. "Whatever," she says, lifting one shoulder in a shrug that’s more forgiving than the expression she keeps pointed at the docks. "We’re smaller. We can anchor basically anywhere."
Turning a little farther, she flashes Danta a crooked grin. "Thanks for coming with me." It’s only a small shipment to pick up, and that should make this a relatively simple endeavour. Her mouth presses briefly to one side as she glances back toward the water, though, where the shifting surface gives nothing away but sunlight and the soft curl of wake beneath the Sugartide’s hull. "Last time Kai came up, he got attacked by this weird monster thing?" she adds, the words coming out with faintly affronted disbelief. "And then it turned into a bag of sand after, so..." So that's why the Maverick was here, and not Flora's husband.
Flora
you can't be everything you wanna be before your time
