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
Koa shudders, not entirely in jest - he's seen people flayed on the needle, when it was still used for such things. But then the secret spills from her lips, and the Dragoon has to take a second to process how he should respond. "Wow... a wedding! That's great," he lands on, guided by her reaction and trying to subdue his own misgivings about the Flood. So what if he was pro-Dahlia in a way that, after talking to Everest, makes Koa hella sus? Weddings are fun, and Flora is happy, and theres more important things to focus on. "If you find yourself in need of a wedding date, I look pretty good in a suit..." He trails off with a playful wink, releasing his arm from around her as they maneuver past the moths.
Plus there's the other part, which has his eyes growing wide. "Wait, really? Anybody?" And maybe it's selfish, but gods if his thoughts don't flick to his mother, throat catching at the possibility of a way to see her again. "Are they really like... alive-alive? Or is it more of a ghost deal?"
They've reached the apex of the bridge, and now Koa stops to lean on the railing and give Flora a chance to take it in. Below a them stretches a green gully, punctuated by trees and the widening stream. Glotters chatter in the crystal water; a school of whisper fish swim beyond. It's as though a pocket of the Greatwood has been picked up and placed here, with great trees extending in a canopy above them that blocks out much of the sun. It's beautiful, and Koa gazes out on it with a smile of contentment, elbows on the rail. "What do you think?" he asks of Flora, turning a sunny smile her way. "Does it feel like home?"
Plus there's the other part, which has his eyes growing wide. "Wait, really? Anybody?" And maybe it's selfish, but gods if his thoughts don't flick to his mother, throat catching at the possibility of a way to see her again. "Are they really like... alive-alive? Or is it more of a ghost deal?"
They've reached the apex of the bridge, and now Koa stops to lean on the railing and give Flora a chance to take it in. Below a them stretches a green gully, punctuated by trees and the widening stream. Glotters chatter in the crystal water; a school of whisper fish swim beyond. It's as though a pocket of the Greatwood has been picked up and placed here, with great trees extending in a canopy above them that blocks out much of the sun. It's beautiful, and Koa gazes out on it with a smile of contentment, elbows on the rail. "What do you think?" he asks of Flora, turning a sunny smile her way. "Does it feel like home?"
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
