So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
This is the culmination of months of effort, and Koa couldn't be more proud. Or more nervous- not that anyone who doesn't know him well would know. Devilishly handsome, charming grin in place, with a dragon wrapped across his shoulders and his finest uniform polished to gleam, the young man looks every bit the prestigious Guildmaster.
Only the fidgeting of his sweaty hands and the way his weight shifts from foot to foot betray the nerves tingling beneath that cool, collected façade.
There's more people than Koa expected, more than he could have hoped for, and to see them all here in his city fills the young Dragoon with pride. Many of the faces are ones he recognizes, but a fair number are not, and the soldier makes a point to meet the eyes of everyone he can, extending a welcoming smile and, when appropriate, salute.
And, of course, there's the man he most hoped and most feared would turn up. Koa waits until Deimos has finished greeting Sohalia before making his move, some of the flip-flopping in his stomach unfortunately evident in the flush of his ears. "Warden Ignatius, sir," the young man salutes brightly, trying very valiantly not to look like a puppy who shat on the bed and is now trying to make amends. "Thank you so much for coming - it's truly an honor.
"I hope you'll allow me the opportunity to make up for our last meeting," he adds with a chuckle, rubbing bashfully at the back of his neck. "I'm afraid I came on a bit stronger than I meant to, and gave entirely the wrong impression of my plans for the Dragoons. I really oughta get someone smarter to do my talking - I'm told I have the unique talent of getting both feet in my mouth."
Only the fidgeting of his sweaty hands and the way his weight shifts from foot to foot betray the nerves tingling beneath that cool, collected façade.
There's more people than Koa expected, more than he could have hoped for, and to see them all here in his city fills the young Dragoon with pride. Many of the faces are ones he recognizes, but a fair number are not, and the soldier makes a point to meet the eyes of everyone he can, extending a welcoming smile and, when appropriate, salute.
And, of course, there's the man he most hoped and most feared would turn up. Koa waits until Deimos has finished greeting Sohalia before making his move, some of the flip-flopping in his stomach unfortunately evident in the flush of his ears. "Warden Ignatius, sir," the young man salutes brightly, trying very valiantly not to look like a puppy who shat on the bed and is now trying to make amends. "Thank you so much for coming - it's truly an honor.
"I hope you'll allow me the opportunity to make up for our last meeting," he adds with a chuckle, rubbing bashfully at the back of his neck. "I'm afraid I came on a bit stronger than I meant to, and gave entirely the wrong impression of my plans for the Dragoons. I really oughta get someone smarter to do my talking - I'm told I have the unique talent of getting both feet in my mouth."
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
