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
Case in point of good people hurting each other without meaning to. Sensing that pushing any further will only hurt his cause, Koa simply smiles and shrugs, letting the matter drop. In his infinite need to see the people he cares about happy Koa has planted a seed. What happens from here is up to Lena and Zavien.
Besides, the young Dragoon has his own proposal to complete. Still grinning, Koa laughs, shaking dark hair against the caretaker's protests. "That's fine! We have plenty of fighters." Turns out, it takes quite a bit more than combat to manage a fighting force. "What we don't have, now that Tadros has retired, is an expert in animal care." And when nearly half your soldiers are dragons, turns out having someone who can tend to them becomes necessary, indeed. "Plus I want to expand our field medic training... and, well, really what I need is someone who isn't afraid to tell me when my head's not screwed on right."
Besides, the young Dragoon has his own proposal to complete. Still grinning, Koa laughs, shaking dark hair against the caretaker's protests. "That's fine! We have plenty of fighters." Turns out, it takes quite a bit more than combat to manage a fighting force. "What we don't have, now that Tadros has retired, is an expert in animal care." And when nearly half your soldiers are dragons, turns out having someone who can tend to them becomes necessary, indeed. "Plus I want to expand our field medic training... and, well, really what I need is someone who isn't afraid to tell me when my head's not screwed on right."
Koa Carpenter
Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams
