A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
The comforting warmth of Sunjata's body is doing wonders for Koa's physical state, reducing the constant chattering shivers to fewer, infrequent waves. Add to it a warm, summery rain (magical, he assumes, given the actual season), and the Dragoon is feeling nearly human, with sensation returning to his poor blistered toes.
"'s nice," he murmurs, eyes shutting briefly as rivulets of healing flow over his cheeks. "House s-sounds nice." Pip chirps agreement, her own anxiety greatly alleviated as color blooms back into Koa's face. Slowly, still aching, the young Dragoon shifts, readying himself to stand. Still holding Jata's hands for support, he pulls himself upwards-
- then promptly falls back down, because his feet won't move.
"Wha...?" Looking down to see what's happened, Koa is alarmed to find not toes, but moss creeping up his frigid feet. Sputtering, he attempts to back away, but of course the hedge is preventing any real retreat. Panicked, he kicks out at the constricting plant life, trying to dislodge himself from this new trap. A growling Pip assists as well, snapping and clawing at the creeping moss in a way that's as likely to maul Koa's skin as it is the offending plant.
An overreaction on both their parts? Probably, but it's been a long day.
"'s nice," he murmurs, eyes shutting briefly as rivulets of healing flow over his cheeks. "House s-sounds nice." Pip chirps agreement, her own anxiety greatly alleviated as color blooms back into Koa's face. Slowly, still aching, the young Dragoon shifts, readying himself to stand. Still holding Jata's hands for support, he pulls himself upwards-
- then promptly falls back down, because his feet won't move.
"Wha...?" Looking down to see what's happened, Koa is alarmed to find not toes, but moss creeping up his frigid feet. Sputtering, he attempts to back away, but of course the hedge is preventing any real retreat. Panicked, he kicks out at the constricting plant life, trying to dislodge himself from this new trap. A growling Pip assists as well, snapping and clawing at the creeping moss in a way that's as likely to maul Koa's skin as it is the offending plant.
An overreaction on both their parts? Probably, but it's been a long day.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
