Koa
Pipsqueak chases Fangorn with great enthusiasm, slithering and scampering through rough brush that collects and adheres within her dense coat. It's enough to make the inky cat-snake look nearly as floral as Fangorn, and Koa knows it'll be a nightmare to remove, but he can't deny the dragon her fun.
As for the holes, and the falling stars. "The bright lights that fell out of the sky?" He nods, brows furrowing as his gaze drifts back to the great empty scar that stretches at their feet. "I thought maybe it was Safrin coming back, but seems like it must have been something else." A shrug and a crooked grin are thrown Melita's way, Koa gesturing to the craters with a jerk of his jaw. "Or nothing, given how empty these things look."
Kinda underwhelming, if we're being honest. Koa kicks a rock with his boot, sending it flying into the empty, ashy hole in the ground. Catching sight of Melita's bare feet, the boy frowns. "Aren't you cold?" he asks her, glancing curiously up. It may be Flowerbirth, but only barely, and the Dragoon certainly isn't ready for any barefooted shenanigans.
As for the holes, and the falling stars. "The bright lights that fell out of the sky?" He nods, brows furrowing as his gaze drifts back to the great empty scar that stretches at their feet. "I thought maybe it was Safrin coming back, but seems like it must have been something else." A shrug and a crooked grin are thrown Melita's way, Koa gesturing to the craters with a jerk of his jaw. "Or nothing, given how empty these things look."
Kinda underwhelming, if we're being honest. Koa kicks a rock with his boot, sending it flying into the empty, ashy hole in the ground. Catching sight of Melita's bare feet, the boy frowns. "Aren't you cold?" he asks her, glancing curiously up. It may be Flowerbirth, but only barely, and the Dragoon certainly isn't ready for any barefooted shenanigans.
it struck me that the two of us could run
