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Flora sharply pushed off from the giant’s shoulder, her wings fluttering through the air at a speed impossible for the human eye to track, their glow flaring brighter and throwing green reflections onto the rusty containers and peeling walls. She hovered right in front of his face — tiny, furious, with a ponytail messed up by the wind and a crown slipped to the side.
— Get used to it? — she hissed, her voice trembling with anger but still high and squeaky. — Are you seriously suggesting I get used to being called after a houseplant now? Flora! That’s not even a name, it’s fertilizer!
Granite raised a hand, ready to catch her if she suddenly snapped into a hysteric fit and flew off into the night, but she deftly dodged, looping through the air.
— Flora Lightwing, — he repeated calmly, with a faint smirk in his eyes. — A normal name. Command chose it. Sounds heroic. Like a character from old comics. And it fits your… style.
— Style?! — She almost choked. — This style was chosen by exogen, not me! I wanted to be someone terrifying! A fire mage! A shadow assassin! Not… not a fluttering doll with hips wider than my entire former assault team put together!
She demonstratively slapped her rounded thigh — the sound came out as a barely audible smack. The green bodysuit with a high cut stretched tight, emphasizing everything she hated more than anything else in the world right now.
— They say the form is the embodiment of your deepest fantasies, — this time Granite didn’t even try to hide the mockery, saying it with a wide grin, — which means somewhere deep inside you always dreamed of being—
— Don’t give me that bullshit! — Flora shouted, no longer trying to hold back her emotions, planting a hand on her hip and flying higher so she could look down on that huge smiling mug at least from above. Her semi-transparent light-green wings buzzed with tension, casting trembling reflections over Granite’s face, — You’ve known me since the first operation in Kabul! In Venezuela! In that mess in Mogadishu where I pulled you out from under fire! How can you even believe that I wanted to be THIS!
Marcus sighed, the wide smile sliding off his face, and he was already about to reply that he was just joking, when suddenly his hearing — now capable of picking up any suspicious movement within a fifty-meter radius — caught a quiet metallic scraping behind him, somewhere near the trash containers they had already passed several times.
He spun around sharply, instinctively throwing his arm forward, shielding Flora with his massive body. She, still hanging in the air, froze as well: her wings stopped fluttering so fast, and the light in them turned cold and alert.
— Quiet, — Granite whispered so low it sounded more like the rumble of distant thunder.