Koa
Ever doesn't need to speak companion to be able to interpret Pip's unimpressed look; manners have no priority where food is concerned. But she does acquiesce at least somewhat, displaying a marked gentleness in the collection of the snack.
In other words, she doesn't bite Everest. Which is really the most he can expect.
With rings gathered and bellies full, the afternoon session goes off without a hitch. By the time the sun has started to set the Plaza is spick and span, litter gathered and fountain clean, the water within no longer rancid brown. Not until the next big party, at least.
"Great work, team!" Koa beams to his friends and helpers, smiling face sporting a streak of dirt. "Lena, you sure you don't wanna join the Dragoons? We could always use a dragon handler," He laughs, only half joking as he eyes his own chaotic companion.
With a final knowing glance his co-conspirators way, Koa turns his grin the Aviator's way. "Ever, when are we grabbing that drink?" He asks brightly, reaching out to grasp his friends shoulder and then stopping as he remembers Ever's aversion to touch. It's such a familiar dance of well intentioned bumbling that for a second Koa forgets about the whole infected with space germs thing, transported to easier, simpler times.
We did it team! Feel free to post a wrap up
In other words, she doesn't bite Everest. Which is really the most he can expect.
With rings gathered and bellies full, the afternoon session goes off without a hitch. By the time the sun has started to set the Plaza is spick and span, litter gathered and fountain clean, the water within no longer rancid brown. Not until the next big party, at least.
"Great work, team!" Koa beams to his friends and helpers, smiling face sporting a streak of dirt. "Lena, you sure you don't wanna join the Dragoons? We could always use a dragon handler," He laughs, only half joking as he eyes his own chaotic companion.
With a final knowing glance his co-conspirators way, Koa turns his grin the Aviator's way. "Ever, when are we grabbing that drink?" He asks brightly, reaching out to grasp his friends shoulder and then stopping as he remembers Ever's aversion to touch. It's such a familiar dance of well intentioned bumbling that for a second Koa forgets about the whole infected with space germs thing, transported to easier, simpler times.
We did it team! Feel free to post a wrap up
it struck me that the two of us could run
