K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
He deflates a little at the mention of his companion, color blooming in his ears. "Ah, Pipsqueak is... she's learning," he reports somewhat blandly, wincing internally at this understatement of events. "She only hatched last season, so she's got a lot of growing to do." Again, an understatement, but not an overt lie.
And honestly, the reason he'd sought Lena out in the first place was to ask her about Pipsqueak, but he finds it so much easier to flirt about precious stones. Not that his flirtations seem to leave much impression on the older woman, who seems entirely unphased by his compliments. Indeed, before he can try again she's sweeping her way inside, Koa left to tag along like a rather oversized puppy.
The shop is small but well-maintained, rich upholstery showcasing the delicately crafted metalwork. Sapphires sparkle from one display case, rubies from another; a collection of clear quartzes hang near a window, casting playful rainbows across it all. Koa's been in here before, and he nods a greeting to the shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman with long red hair, a ruddy complexion, and shrewd green eyes.
"What have we here?" the merchant asks brusquely, looking from the caretaker to the Dragoon and back. "Don't tell me this kid's been bothering you, ma'am," she adds, jabbing a finger in Koa's direction. "And don't listen to a word he says - he wouldn't know quality if it poked him in the eye."
And honestly, the reason he'd sought Lena out in the first place was to ask her about Pipsqueak, but he finds it so much easier to flirt about precious stones. Not that his flirtations seem to leave much impression on the older woman, who seems entirely unphased by his compliments. Indeed, before he can try again she's sweeping her way inside, Koa left to tag along like a rather oversized puppy.
The shop is small but well-maintained, rich upholstery showcasing the delicately crafted metalwork. Sapphires sparkle from one display case, rubies from another; a collection of clear quartzes hang near a window, casting playful rainbows across it all. Koa's been in here before, and he nods a greeting to the shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman with long red hair, a ruddy complexion, and shrewd green eyes.
"What have we here?" the merchant asks brusquely, looking from the caretaker to the Dragoon and back. "Don't tell me this kid's been bothering you, ma'am," she adds, jabbing a finger in Koa's direction. "And don't listen to a word he says - he wouldn't know quality if it poked him in the eye."
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
