Rikki Don't Lose That Number

"Aren't I lucky?" Flora whistled to herself, without actually making a rude sound. "I get to keep you both for always."

Two Blades, of electricity and earthen core. Two very tall Blades, who loomed over their Driver even though they meant simply to protect her, and make their own way.

Lots of things, they had expected of her, back in Heblin. When are you going to get married, when are you going to move out of your mother's house - good heavens, girl, when are you going to awaken a Blade?

Because it was something about status, and something about ignoring that maybe she might like to court a lady instead, and everything about everyone who looked once thinking that Flora Hentisane was fit for excellence, above all.

But this hadn't won her the approval, in the end - as if Addam and Minoth weren't excellent. As if the ladies who tittered and nattered wouldn't think it a fine thing that she had two promised chaperones tied to her beck and call, powerful and nearly regal in both their joint and individual bearings.

Instead, Flora had realized quite rapidly that there was no place for her in the village, with her parents, having no place for two full-grown men, out of nowhere, to stay. Now, why she hadn't thought of that in the first place was mystifying in its own right. Still, no choice now but the open road, and Flora felt equipped to hop to it, with her compassionate Blades in tow as she wended their untactical way.

"I can't think of a girl luckier!" Addam cried, clapping a hand over Minoth's back and giving a shock to the dark-eyed Blade's ether deposits for his trouble. Though Minoth fumbled in his tracks, glaring at Addam as he tripped, he didn't disagree.