[se] the reign of doves

Lena

hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul

Coming from a family of more serious attributes, Koa’s antics, theatrics, and dramatics caused her to widen her eyes, glancing back and forth between merchant and Dragoon, before moving her lips in an obviously muffled attempt to not laugh. He was quite a breath of fresh air, at least in terms of those on Stormbreak, who were renowned for their wisdom, sagacity, and tough outer layers.

Striving to keep her attention on the woman, she advanced, only shaking her head at Koa, watching him from the corner of her eyes. Weaving her concentration back into the moment, and attempting to ignore the pantomiming, her expression took on its residual politeness and regality. “Oh, a ring would be lovely,” she noted, pointing out several designs that worked for her – including the gilded depiction, along with a nice silver with dragon tails looping amidst one another. “What would you be willing to barter?” The Caretaker had enough wares, perhaps, and time, to grant something that might strike them in mutual depictions –

Though she could see Koa doing something with the merchant’s affectation, so she turned over her shoulder, mouthing stop it with some means of exaggeration on her part, a hint of a smile still there. Amused, but knowing better.

and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all