K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
The Dragoon's laugh bounces through their section of the cathedral, earning a couple sharp of glances that Koa pays no mind. "Aww, I'm sorry. Need me to kiss it better?" Another chortle, though more subdued, Koa's copper eyes skimming thoughtfully yet thoroughly over the courier as he rounds the bench. "The real problem is your hair. I mean don't get me wrong, it's great, but when's the last time you got a haircut?" Tsking like a mother hen, the Dragoon shakes his head. "At least braid it back or something. You've got amazing eyes - let 'em out, then the girls will come running."
Supremely confident in his grooming advice (which, like, he can be. Look at him), Koa leans back into the bench, arms folded across his chest. He, too, winces as thunder menaces the windows in their sills. The boom is enough to startle Pip into full consciousness. Barking alarm at the unpleasant sound, the little dragon scrambles from prone up to her feet, hurtling herself like a shot toward the shelter of Boreal's wings.
And because his attention is on his dragon, he doesn't catch Talyson's oddly displeased glance. "Sometimes," the young man responds nonchalantly, shrugging as he turns back to his friend. "Safrin too, I guess. And Frey, when the need arises." All it takes is a lift of his eyebrows to confirm just what needs he's had arise.
Supremely confident in his grooming advice (which, like, he can be. Look at him), Koa leans back into the bench, arms folded across his chest. He, too, winces as thunder menaces the windows in their sills. The boom is enough to startle Pip into full consciousness. Barking alarm at the unpleasant sound, the little dragon scrambles from prone up to her feet, hurtling herself like a shot toward the shelter of Boreal's wings.
And because his attention is on his dragon, he doesn't catch Talyson's oddly displeased glance. "Sometimes," the young man responds nonchalantly, shrugging as he turns back to his friend. "Safrin too, I guess. And Frey, when the need arises." All it takes is a lift of his eyebrows to confirm just what needs he's had arise.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
