Koa
Sohalia occupies a complicated spot in the list of People Koa Would Want To Run Into On the Street. One one hand, the young leader has done a rather expert job of shepherding Koa through some of the most mortifying moments of his life, from her breaking his heart to his breaking her nose and much of what came in between.
On the other hand, it would be a bald-faced lie to say he wasn't still a bit hung up on her. Who can blame him? Soh is smart and gorgeous and has gone on adventures the likes of which Koa can only imagine. Every time they meet it feels like he uncovers a new and shiny facet to her, a hidden layer of the complex prism that draws him deeper in. He's been a fool in love, to be sure, but he'd be a fool not to be a little in love. Or at the very least infatuated.
Which is why his pride doesn't have him running at the sound of her voice, why he stops and turns when she calls to him, his heartbeat stuttering unpredictably against the wall of his chest. "Hey, Soh," he breathes in greeting, copper eyes searching for any sign of lingering injury to her poor broken nose while Pipsqueak scrambles up onto his right shoulder. "You, uh, you look a lot better." He winces self-consciously. "I'm so sorry, by the way."
Pip, not particularly fazed by the tumultuous emotion flowing through their bond, shows no restraint in calling back to Tarak with an ear-piercing shriek and a flap of her wings. Again Koa winces, rubbing his ear. That Soh wants to talk to him fills him with a jolt of excitement that quickly sinks into dread; utterly unsure what this could be about, the boy shifts his hand back to his neck. "Uh... yeah, of course," he agrees uncomfortably, an uncertain smile spread crooked on his face. "Is everything okay?" With the Dragoons, with Stormbreak, with her?
On the other hand, it would be a bald-faced lie to say he wasn't still a bit hung up on her. Who can blame him? Soh is smart and gorgeous and has gone on adventures the likes of which Koa can only imagine. Every time they meet it feels like he uncovers a new and shiny facet to her, a hidden layer of the complex prism that draws him deeper in. He's been a fool in love, to be sure, but he'd be a fool not to be a little in love. Or at the very least infatuated.
Which is why his pride doesn't have him running at the sound of her voice, why he stops and turns when she calls to him, his heartbeat stuttering unpredictably against the wall of his chest. "Hey, Soh," he breathes in greeting, copper eyes searching for any sign of lingering injury to her poor broken nose while Pipsqueak scrambles up onto his right shoulder. "You, uh, you look a lot better." He winces self-consciously. "I'm so sorry, by the way."
Pip, not particularly fazed by the tumultuous emotion flowing through their bond, shows no restraint in calling back to Tarak with an ear-piercing shriek and a flap of her wings. Again Koa winces, rubbing his ear. That Soh wants to talk to him fills him with a jolt of excitement that quickly sinks into dread; utterly unsure what this could be about, the boy shifts his hand back to his neck. "Uh... yeah, of course," he agrees uncomfortably, an uncertain smile spread crooked on his face. "Is everything okay?" With the Dragoons, with Stormbreak, with her?
it struck me that the two of us could run
