idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
She doesn't seem particularly warm and welcoming, but Koa has had cooler greetings. Nevertheless, it means he's careful - not wanting to aggravate either her or her dragon, let alone the little pumpkin-looking monstrosity chomping on spiders nearby. "I wasn't doing much," he says with a shrug and a smile, stepping toward the nearest of the silk-soaked stone effigies. "It'd be nice to be useful. I'm Koa," is added in response to her query, punctuated by a bright smile and a playful salute. "Dragoon, First Class. Who do I have the pleasure of helping today?"
His fingers brush over the startlingly strong strands like a guitarist might, though no music comes forth when he plucks the strings. "Seems like they oughta be useful for something," the Dragoon muses, unaware that he's echoing Melita's earlier sentiment.
Taking a fistful, he yanks it up, resulting in a tangled mess of sticky, goopy threads. It's rather gruesome, and Koa doesn't hesitate to pull a face, wrinkling his nose at the wispy substance. "Is it always like this in Leafchange?" he wonders, casting an amused look at Mel, "Or is Torchline just happy to see me?"
His fingers brush over the startlingly strong strands like a guitarist might, though no music comes forth when he plucks the strings. "Seems like they oughta be useful for something," the Dragoon muses, unaware that he's echoing Melita's earlier sentiment.
Taking a fistful, he yanks it up, resulting in a tangled mess of sticky, goopy threads. It's rather gruesome, and Koa doesn't hesitate to pull a face, wrinkling his nose at the wispy substance. "Is it always like this in Leafchange?" he wonders, casting an amused look at Mel, "Or is Torchline just happy to see me?"
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