K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Koa doesn't sulk, exactly, but his bright demeanor does lose some wattage at the merchant's scolding voice. He rallies a bit for Lena's wink and comment, grinning gratefully to the caretaker from across a display of rings.
The merchant herself is oblivious to this exchange. She has taken the ruby with an expert air, and wastes no time in her appraisal, a scope appearing over her eye as she peers down at the stone. Some intense murmuring ensues, during which time Koa returns to Lena and Mittens, a long strand of saltwater pearls dangling from his hand. "What do you think? Do they suit me?" he wonders playfully, draping the strand across his neck.
The merchant herself is oblivious to this exchange. She has taken the ruby with an expert air, and wastes no time in her appraisal, a scope appearing over her eye as she peers down at the stone. Some intense murmuring ensues, during which time Koa returns to Lena and Mittens, a long strand of saltwater pearls dangling from his hand. "What do you think? Do they suit me?" he wonders playfully, draping the strand across his neck.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
