Koa
Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
There are few people who can say they've seen Koa cry. A true paragon of masculinity (he'd like to believe), the young man is rarely seen with significant cracks in his façade. Even in the weeks when he struggled through the wilderness, the Dragoon didn't let himself fully fall apart. But now as he sits, sobbing, at a volcano's edge, the setting as desolate as the ache in his chest, there is an unexpected witness to his meltdown. Someone he had never planned on exposing any weakness to.Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
"Sp... Spice?"
Pip notices her first, of course, her dragon senses tingling in response to another quasi-reptile. Lifting her head from Koa's lap, the long fuzzy noodle lets out a complicated call that lands somewhere in the greeting/warning/wary/relief spectrum of animal cries. It forces the soldier to attention; springing up from his rocky perch (and unseating a very indignant Pip in the process), the young Dragoon wipes tears from his face, desperate to regain his composure. He doesn't see Flora, but that doesn't mean shit - for all he knows she's standing behind him, laughing at his weakness.
Fear and relief make his back ramrod straight as carefully he peers around, looking for signs of the blonde. "Flo- ahem." He clears his throat, frowning slightly in an attempt to keep his face composed. "Spice, is Flora nearby? I have a lot to report to her." Where he's been. Sohalia's disappearance. The fall of Stormbreak.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
But while in this world I think I'll take my whiskey neat
