Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
"I'm beginning to feel like I see this place more than my own bed," Koa complains dramatically as the springs come into view. "Though I guess there are worse places to look for world-saving flowers. Like - in one of the other caves there's a waterfall of blood. Horrifying." He shudders at the memory of the sanguine pool, as well as the lial lurking within.
Nodding at Lena's decision to start with searching, Koa similarly slips out of his shoes, his bag deposited beside them. He's worn swim trunks covered in sunglass-wearing Hels for this occasion, not sure if Lena would be as comfortable with his nudity as another soldier might.
Wading into the shallows of the springs, Koa begins his secret side quest: wingman'ing it up. "You know, the last time I was here was with Zavien." Nonchalant as anything, the sly young man ploughs further into the water, now submerged to his knees. "It's been cool getting to know him. He's pretty great," He passes the caretaker a sidelong glance, trying to gauge her reaction, "Don't you think?"
Nodding at Lena's decision to start with searching, Koa similarly slips out of his shoes, his bag deposited beside them. He's worn swim trunks covered in sunglass-wearing Hels for this occasion, not sure if Lena would be as comfortable with his nudity as another soldier might.
Wading into the shallows of the springs, Koa begins his secret side quest: wingman'ing it up. "You know, the last time I was here was with Zavien." Nonchalant as anything, the sly young man ploughs further into the water, now submerged to his knees. "It's been cool getting to know him. He's pretty great," He passes the caretaker a sidelong glance, trying to gauge her reaction, "Don't you think?"
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
