Koa
There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Onwards and outwards, then.You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Mittens and the Dragons (cool name for a band) lead the crew to a break in the tunnel, through which whistles sharp sea air and the acrid smell of the void. It's a side path, barely wide enough for the broad-shouldered Dragoon to edge his way through, his headlamp illuminating the narrow crack. "It opens up ahead," Koa stage-whispers, hoping his voice carries behind him because man, he cannot turn his head. "But the platform looks pretty narrow and-- OH FUCK FREY WITH A SHIT!"
The exclamation is two-fold. One, Koa has suddenly broken out of the corner of the crag and onto a narrow ledge, some six feet wide and four feet deep and opening into open air intersected by sweeping vines.
Two, some of the vines have dislodged from the jungle and taken the form of violet snakes, their winged heads flapping as they slash through the air, directly toward Koa's face. Instinctively he punches forward, knocking one mata out of the air. But his yelling has upset the nest, and purple eyes gleam in the darkness, a hoard ready to pounce.
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
