I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
"Good enough for me," Koa confirms, having no more insight than the Caretaker on where they should plant their seeds. He'd been very grateful for the company, given his lack of any green thumb and general bemusement about the magic tree. And he'd wanted to talk to Lena anyway, far, he hoped, from prying eyes.
They pause at the appointed spot, a flat stretch among the sloping Barrows fed by a small stream. A beautiful place for a picnic- that is, if one was to ignore the looming jungle suffocated by Void mere meters away. Just being near those tangled shadows causes Koa to shudder, sticky fingers crawling down his spine as he thinks of the horrors that lie within. Even Pip lets out a low grumble of disquiet, tail thrashing across the Dragoon's back, her blue eyes narrowed as she eyes the distant woods.
The Dragoon drops his pack to the ground and kneels down beside it, pulling out the spades he'd packed in preparation of this task. But Lena's question has him pausing with a sharp inhalation of breath, the memory of his conversation with the Captain still fresh and painful in Koa's mind. "I did," the Dragoon answers slowly, careful with his words. He shifts his weight back onto his heels, peering toward the darkened jungle as though afraid it will approach. "I think... she is healthy." The words feel heavy in his dry mouth, strained with everything he can't say. An obvious but hangs in the balance, Koa waiting to see if Lena gets his hint before continuing on.
They pause at the appointed spot, a flat stretch among the sloping Barrows fed by a small stream. A beautiful place for a picnic- that is, if one was to ignore the looming jungle suffocated by Void mere meters away. Just being near those tangled shadows causes Koa to shudder, sticky fingers crawling down his spine as he thinks of the horrors that lie within. Even Pip lets out a low grumble of disquiet, tail thrashing across the Dragoon's back, her blue eyes narrowed as she eyes the distant woods.
The Dragoon drops his pack to the ground and kneels down beside it, pulling out the spades he'd packed in preparation of this task. But Lena's question has him pausing with a sharp inhalation of breath, the memory of his conversation with the Captain still fresh and painful in Koa's mind. "I did," the Dragoon answers slowly, careful with his words. He shifts his weight back onto his heels, peering toward the darkened jungle as though afraid it will approach. "I think... she is healthy." The words feel heavy in his dry mouth, strained with everything he can't say. An obvious but hangs in the balance, Koa waiting to see if Lena gets his hint before continuing on.
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
