idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
Pip's display of fire is met without enthusiasm (perhaps owing to the fact that Fangorn is a plant and thus flammable), leading the dragon to mewl questioningly before taking her rejected tail back to her human. Koa lifts her up obligingly, shaking his head in silent reprimand of the actions which have brought her to this point.
It's true that they've nearly cleared the field. Looking around, Koa feels a surge of pride in the morning's work: it feels good, having aided someone, if only in a minor task. "It's looking good. Thanks for letting me help out," he tells Melita sincerely, his sunny grin rising again as he takes in the copper haired girl and her menagerie. As for anything else he needs? He shrugs, eyebrows raised. "Just a training session, whenever you have time. We're always down to have our asses kicked in the name of training, aren't we, Pip?"
It's true that they've nearly cleared the field. Looking around, Koa feels a surge of pride in the morning's work: it feels good, having aided someone, if only in a minor task. "It's looking good. Thanks for letting me help out," he tells Melita sincerely, his sunny grin rising again as he takes in the copper haired girl and her menagerie. As for anything else he needs? He shrugs, eyebrows raised. "Just a training session, whenever you have time. We're always down to have our asses kicked in the name of training, aren't we, Pip?"
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