K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Guard duty on the Righteous Climb is notoriously dull. Nobody much uses the one-time road anymore, not with skyships going in and out and keeping transport convenient. Why hop over suspended rubble when one can just fly into Stormbreak seems to be the common thread of thought. No, guarding the Climb is task for older Dragoons, or young ones who have drawn a rather short straw.
Like Koa, today.
"This is so dull," Koa announces, raising his arms in a stretch. Pipsqueak does not answer: she's napping in a sling across his back, desperately unhappy with the midday heat. The pair is making their languid way down the fragmented road, more for something to do than because any amount of patrolling is really required.
Except it seems they are not the only ones here today: as they round a bend a familiar figure comes into view, sitting in the dirt and staring at something that glitters in the light. Immediately the young soldier picks up, raising his hand in a cheerful wave. "Hey there, Ever!" Koa doesn't really get Everest Hart, but he's always found the other boy pleasant, if a little odd. He scrambles down a last steep bit of pathway before skidding to a stop near the seated man. "What's the word?"
Like Koa, today.
"This is so dull," Koa announces, raising his arms in a stretch. Pipsqueak does not answer: she's napping in a sling across his back, desperately unhappy with the midday heat. The pair is making their languid way down the fragmented road, more for something to do than because any amount of patrolling is really required.
Except it seems they are not the only ones here today: as they round a bend a familiar figure comes into view, sitting in the dirt and staring at something that glitters in the light. Immediately the young soldier picks up, raising his hand in a cheerful wave. "Hey there, Ever!" Koa doesn't really get Everest Hart, but he's always found the other boy pleasant, if a little odd. He scrambles down a last steep bit of pathway before skidding to a stop near the seated man. "What's the word?"
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
