#petalshields

grace has been stretching about six feet away from saber for like, way longer than anyone needs to spend stretching for capture the flag, but she’s trying to decide if she should say hello or not. she kind of doubts he cares for an update on her now healed hands, isn’t sure why she doubts it in the first place because she’s also certain he would care, and also she’s just never sure how to handle a second conversation. grace has always done really well with the first ones, but the second ones can throw her off. a breeze pulling a few curls loose from her bun gives her a reason though, and she finally goes over to him, offering a smile. “it’s a bit breezy today, it might give me too much of an advantage.” 

             ❝  MORNIN’ ,  DOC .  hope  you’re  ready  for  some  good  news ,  it’s  your  lucky  day !  ❞   if  it  sounded  like  she  was  trying  to  sell  the  man  something ,  it’s  because  she  was .  ❝  i  was  doing  some  training  last  night  &  realized  that  it’s  been  what ,  almost  a  month  since  the  last  time  i  got  reprimended  for  something  stupid ?  or  benched  out  of  missions ?  is  that  a  win ,  or  a  win ?  ❞  raising  her  eyebrows ,  she  didn’t  really  want  or  need  a  proper  answer  to  the  question  ---  in  fact ,  all  she  wanted  was  to  get  out  of  there  as  soon  as  possible .  ❝  i  guess  that  means  our  talks  worked  their  magic ,  eh ?  thanks  for  the  help ,  it  was  fun  while  i  needed  it  but  as  you  can  see ,  i’m  good !  personal  growth  and  shit ,  right ?  ❞   with  a  chuckle ,  theo  placed  both  hands  on  her  hips .  ❝  now  if  you  excuse  me ,  i’ll  go  train  a  little .  gotta  stay  sharp !  ❞

“Kaia!” He catches sight of his sister after the brunch, previously unable to properly focus on finding her amongst all the unfamiliar faces. Now, he wields a cactus like a megaphone, running up to her, a little out of breath. Just one of the reasons why he won’t be participating in capture the flag. “I was wondering if you’d want to sit with me and my dad during the game? Or, it’s just, he really wants to meet you. He doesn’t know any ASL but, um, I can translate.” He holds up the small succulent for emphasis, as if his meaning wasn’t obvious. “Sometimes I think he can speak to plants, too,” he comments lamely with a laugh. Horticulturist humor. / @petalshields​

“  i  honestly  hope  they’ve  got  a  good  wine  selection  ,  ”  trix  comments  to  the  person  next  to  them  .  they  help  themselves  to  some  bruschetta  and  a  couple  other  finger  foods  that’ve  caught  their  eye  .  “  i  know  it’s  mainly  for  the  younger  students  ,  but  if  we’re  meant  to  enjoy  it  then  there’s  got  to  be  a  little  something  for  us  .  ”

“it’s just some rope burn, looks far worse than it actually feels,” grace says when she catches eyes on her as she inspects her hands. “i’m not as ready to try rope tricks without supporting my weight with the air as i anticipated. does it look infirmary worthy to you?”

tay hadn’t spared much thought for the dance, only having something to wear because her mother had brought her something from back home that she thought might still fit, but she feels like she should go. she won’t personally label herself a recluse, but getting a cat and keeping such busy hours certainly hasn’t made her not a recluse. but she almost immediately remembers why she never goes to things like this, and it’s because facing her past issues head-on isn’t her strong suit. so when she bumps into kaia at the door to the dance, she kind of just wants to pretend that she was on her way out, but she sucks it up, holding the door open instead. “coming or going?”

she’s looking critically at one of the succulents on her window sill when she notices her...aunt...walk by her open office door. “kaia, can you come in here?” sena calls out, though that’s more out of habit, a signal for the climbing vine growing over the doorframe to actually ask kaia to come back. she turns to kaia with a slight frown before signing, “this guy seems, frankly, unhappy. of course he’s growing, because he doesn’t have much of a say in the matter, but does he want a new pot or something?” / @petalshields​

grace has basic combat training, and of course she can quite literally fly and control the air around her, but for tonight she just feels choked, like there’s no air left in the room, only the taste of iron in her mouth though of course it’s not really there, and the sound of screaming and grief. they sound quite the same. she’s moving with a purpose, attempting to help as much as she can, but it’s overwhelming and there are people far more capable than her. she runs into something solid then, and it takes a moment of blinking through the haze of chaos before it sunk in that it was saber. “hi, oh my gosh. are you okay?!”