idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Koa's eyes widen with appropriate awe and respect at the revelation, the young man having grown up with tales of the relics, and the legends who helped retrieve them. "That must have been awesome," he exhales appreciatively, eyebrows rising into thick dark hair. "The Banner, right? And the rock giant? I remember when that happened, but I can't imagine what it was like to be there." To live through history, shape it? He can only dream of achieving such things.
As for being in the sky? He shrugs. "Windy as fuck, but you can't beat the views."
Eventually Koa has to drop the knife in favor of brushing the swarm of spiderlings off his exposed arms. It's gotten to the point where he's doing a rather uncoordinated jig, his face screwed up in alarm and consternations at the seemingly endless swarm of little silken terrors trying to nest in his body hair. His intention hadn't been to hurt the things, but now he finds he has few qualms about squishing them beneath his boots. "They're relentless," the boy bemoans as he pulls an especially chunky one one from his hair, eyeing it reproachfully before tossing it in Fangorn's direction for a snack.
That the girl constructed the training ground earns a new wave of admiration. "Oh, dude, that's so cool," he says effusively, glancing around at the effigies and targets. Sure, it doesn't hold a candle to the Dragoon center, but it's still an impressive feat. "And you come up here to practice a lot? Does anyone train with you?"
As for being in the sky? He shrugs. "Windy as fuck, but you can't beat the views."
Eventually Koa has to drop the knife in favor of brushing the swarm of spiderlings off his exposed arms. It's gotten to the point where he's doing a rather uncoordinated jig, his face screwed up in alarm and consternations at the seemingly endless swarm of little silken terrors trying to nest in his body hair. His intention hadn't been to hurt the things, but now he finds he has few qualms about squishing them beneath his boots. "They're relentless," the boy bemoans as he pulls an especially chunky one one from his hair, eyeing it reproachfully before tossing it in Fangorn's direction for a snack.
That the girl constructed the training ground earns a new wave of admiration. "Oh, dude, that's so cool," he says effusively, glancing around at the effigies and targets. Sure, it doesn't hold a candle to the Dragoon center, but it's still an impressive feat. "And you come up here to practice a lot? Does anyone train with you?"
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