Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
Honestly, a dude at the beach with just underwear and a vest on? Not that odd. Koa's certainly seen people with (far) less, and while Talyson's fashion choices may leave something to be desired, it's not his (lack of) attire that catches the soldier's eye. Hell, Koa himself is wearing even less, with his button-down hanging open and the his shorts (flamingo patterned today) landing well above his knee. The sun has done wonders for his complexion, giving his skin a golden glow. Basically, the boy is hot, and has no problems showing it.
No, far more distracting than Talyson's state of undress is the fact that he's running around like a headless chicken, chasing after a dragon about twenty times the size of Pipsqueak and hollering at the top of his lungs.
The sight catches Koa and Pip in their tracks, both parties of the pair tilting their heads in bemusement as the watch the chaos unfold. Emotionally attached to a dragon of his own, Koa can only wince at sympathy at the plight created by a playful companion, and as for Pipsqueak? Well, she's mostly wondering how best to join in the fun.
Ultimately, she decides to go for the shirt. Before Koa can react or grab her the dragonling has slithered off his shoulder and is scrambling across rocks with all the speed one might anticipate from a deranged lizard on a mission of chaos. Her companion is still standing with his jaw hanging open when she grabs Talyson's shirt, trilling and squawking to Boreal for affirmation of her crimes.
Koa, meanwhile, is suitably aghast. "Pip, no!" he calls fruitlessly, picking his way over the rocks that surround the deep pool. "I'm so sorry, she-- Pip, drop it!"
No, far more distracting than Talyson's state of undress is the fact that he's running around like a headless chicken, chasing after a dragon about twenty times the size of Pipsqueak and hollering at the top of his lungs.
The sight catches Koa and Pip in their tracks, both parties of the pair tilting their heads in bemusement as the watch the chaos unfold. Emotionally attached to a dragon of his own, Koa can only wince at sympathy at the plight created by a playful companion, and as for Pipsqueak? Well, she's mostly wondering how best to join in the fun.
Ultimately, she decides to go for the shirt. Before Koa can react or grab her the dragonling has slithered off his shoulder and is scrambling across rocks with all the speed one might anticipate from a deranged lizard on a mission of chaos. Her companion is still standing with his jaw hanging open when she grabs Talyson's shirt, trilling and squawking to Boreal for affirmation of her crimes.
Koa, meanwhile, is suitably aghast. "Pip, no!" he calls fruitlessly, picking his way over the rocks that surround the deep pool. "I'm so sorry, she-- Pip, drop it!"
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
