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
Sometimes it is just as well most people can't read thoughts, because Flora's would have set Koa's mood in a spiral of sour frustration. Blessed as he is with ignorance, he's able to power through, determined to stubbornly barrel past any discomfort in search of the happy end he knows they can achieve.
Rallied by Flora's curiosity, Koa puts on a mischievous smile that's only slightly forced. "I think we should." Again the path splits, though this time it's a narrow branch that meanders off, into a dense segment of trees. It is here that they'll find the source of the song: a clearing opens up before them, cleverly hidden despite being rather close to the main path. Inside, a gazebo is decorated with fairy lights, its centerpiece a table set for two.
And all around it treeflits fly and hum, their jewel-toned bodies dancing in the glittering light. Together they harmonize into a song, mimicking the string quartet Koa had bribed to come play for them in the days before. Koa watches Flora's face intently as the scene unfolds, eyes wide with anticipation, breath holds as he waits to see how she'll react. "What do you think?" he murmurs, squeezing her arm gently. "Hope you're not afraid of bugs."
Rallied by Flora's curiosity, Koa puts on a mischievous smile that's only slightly forced. "I think we should." Again the path splits, though this time it's a narrow branch that meanders off, into a dense segment of trees. It is here that they'll find the source of the song: a clearing opens up before them, cleverly hidden despite being rather close to the main path. Inside, a gazebo is decorated with fairy lights, its centerpiece a table set for two.
And all around it treeflits fly and hum, their jewel-toned bodies dancing in the glittering light. Together they harmonize into a song, mimicking the string quartet Koa had bribed to come play for them in the days before. Koa watches Flora's face intently as the scene unfolds, eyes wide with anticipation, breath holds as he waits to see how she'll react. "What do you think?" he murmurs, squeezing her arm gently. "Hope you're not afraid of bugs."
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
