K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"I like to think we're part of what keeps it regimented," Koa muses in response, lips pursing crookedly. "No other place - far as I know - is as organized as Stormbreak, or as advanced." There's no little pride in his voice as he says this, and a great deal of confidence that it's true. Koa is a boy with deep attachment to his home, and anyone who might try and convince him Stormbreak isn't the best place on earth is up for a challenge indeed.
But Ever isn't arguing. Indeed, he seems to be agreeing, and this open admiration for Koa's profession only bolsters the boy. "Why not?" he wonders, brows raised in playful challenge. "You're smart, you look strong, you like following directions- honestly, you'd probably be a better fit than most of our recruits." Including Koa, honestly.
He nudges a rock with his foot, now very invested in the idea. "And it's not all fighting, especially now. Gods know we could use help getting organized. Too many meatheads in the Dragoons already. We need some smart people to keep us in line."
But Ever isn't arguing. Indeed, he seems to be agreeing, and this open admiration for Koa's profession only bolsters the boy. "Why not?" he wonders, brows raised in playful challenge. "You're smart, you look strong, you like following directions- honestly, you'd probably be a better fit than most of our recruits." Including Koa, honestly.
He nudges a rock with his foot, now very invested in the idea. "And it's not all fighting, especially now. Gods know we could use help getting organized. Too many meatheads in the Dragoons already. We need some smart people to keep us in line."
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
