Now I'm sure that it's true
Oh well if you want a who played soldiers as a kid the most-off, Zavien, you've come to the right place. Though for Koa it hadn't been so much playing with his friends as tagging along with his mother and aunt, watching spars and eating in the mess until one day he just was a Dragoon, as seamlessly and naturally as puberty.
More seamlessly, in fact. Even for pretty himbos who fill out in all the right ways, puberty still sucks.
Dark times, dark times. Anyway.
Koa snaps a smart salute, eyes sparkling with mirth. Zavien's enthusiasm in the face of fear is honestly infectious, and Koa watches indulgently as the other man rummage in the ropes and harnesses, not stepping in until he's asked. "I got you!" he grins, nothing but eager enthusiasm at sharing a hobby written on his features as he nudges past Zavien, digging out a harness and carabiners. "Here, so, what you're going to do is..."
With the practiced manner of a patient older sibling, Koa gets Zavien geared up to go. Only when he's completed double safety checks does he step back, helmeted head nodding confidently at their readiness to go. "We won't have to do too much climbing, and people have already set anchors on the path. See that larger island?" he asks, pointing to a landmass that hovers in the sky about 200 feet out and 40 down from where they stand. "There's been reports of a nest there. I'll set the rope, you follow behind. Make sure you clip in like I showed you each time we hit an anchor. Ready?" he'll ask, waiting for an affirmative before beginning the trek across bobbing stones and down the well-trod cliff.
and I'm nothing like you
