Some people crash two or three times
And then learn from their mistakes
And then learn from their mistakes
"So as far as we know none of these flowers have actually been found," Koa's confirming as he leads the way down towards the Grotto, feet confident on the well-trod, cliffside path. "Guess it's time to visit the hot springs again." It's the discussion of lilies and clearing the blight that inspired him to choose this as their next destination, as well as a desire to show off a piece of his home that is less deeply mired in history and control.
He ducks beneath a low-hanging vine, pausing before the overgrowth that marks the Grotto proper. From beyond the edge of the floating city, a cool, clean breeze buffets Koa's hair, leaving his cheeks a little pink. Beyond them the dark vines weave and tangle, dark and wild and full of secrets. Koa peers into them thoughtfully, before turning back to the Sword.
"This is the Grotto. We used to make forts inside when we were kids, though these days it's used more for smuggling." Koa shakes his head reproachfully, clearly not pleased by this turn of events. "One of the projects I'd like to organize for this year is to try and clean it out. It would be super helpful to have someone with Earth magic along..." he adds pointedly, a hopeful lilt to his sunny voice.
He ducks beneath a low-hanging vine, pausing before the overgrowth that marks the Grotto proper. From beyond the edge of the floating city, a cool, clean breeze buffets Koa's hair, leaving his cheeks a little pink. Beyond them the dark vines weave and tangle, dark and wild and full of secrets. Koa peers into them thoughtfully, before turning back to the Sword.
"This is the Grotto. We used to make forts inside when we were kids, though these days it's used more for smuggling." Koa shakes his head reproachfully, clearly not pleased by this turn of events. "One of the projects I'd like to organize for this year is to try and clean it out. It would be super helpful to have someone with Earth magic along..." he adds pointedly, a hopeful lilt to his sunny voice.
Koa Carpenter
But we are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
