Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
It's a shitshow, but a beautiful one, with both men slipping and sliding through rock and sand while the dragons meet like long-lost sisters, each with an article of clothing in their teeth. Pip rises on her hind legs as Boreal draws near, Talyson's shirt flapping like a conqueror's banner, her trills and cries muffled by the cotton fabric. She has to flap her wings for balance, her long body being rather ill-fitted for such a grand extension, and for a few moments Koa considers punting her noodle-butt into the lagoon.
But she's too quick for him, and before he can get to her she's bounded off again along the side of the lagoon, chortling for Boreal to follow behind as she flees from her irate companion. Koa has to take a moment to pant, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. "You're a noodle and a terror!" he calls after the retreating Pip, shaking his head and utterly unable to mask his amused grin.
Besides, the stranger doesn't seem particularly put out. Koa straightens as the other man draws close, raising his arm to wave. "I'm pretty they learn it in the egg," the boy complains good-naturedly, reaching up to run his fingers through his mess of thick hair. "How to be absolute pains-in-the-ass. The best ways to rile us up. Mine can't even fly yet." A dramatic eye-roll and sigh is met by what may be a the dragon version of a blown raspberry from the edge of the lagoon.
But she's too quick for him, and before he can get to her she's bounded off again along the side of the lagoon, chortling for Boreal to follow behind as she flees from her irate companion. Koa has to take a moment to pant, hands on his knees as he catches his breath. "You're a noodle and a terror!" he calls after the retreating Pip, shaking his head and utterly unable to mask his amused grin.
Besides, the stranger doesn't seem particularly put out. Koa straightens as the other man draws close, raising his arm to wave. "I'm pretty they learn it in the egg," the boy complains good-naturedly, reaching up to run his fingers through his mess of thick hair. "How to be absolute pains-in-the-ass. The best ways to rile us up. Mine can't even fly yet." A dramatic eye-roll and sigh is met by what may be a the dragon version of a blown raspberry from the edge of the lagoon.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
