Noe
Best believe I'm still bejeweled
When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
When I walk in the room, I can still make the whole place shimmer
"That's me," the girl crowed, flashing a brilliant smile. It was nice to know that Koa still thought of her enough to mention her, even if the dragoon was never home. She missed him terribly, of course, however much grief she gave him when he was around. He was her only brother, after all, and they'd been close since they were kids.
At the thought that she might be in charge of anything, Noe snorted a laugh. "Oh, I think Koa has that covered," she said. As much as she'd like to boss her sibling around, she knew that he was a better dragoon than she would ever have been. Even if their mother was rolling over in her grave to know that Noe had elected not to follow in her footsteps.
"Nice to meet you," Noe said, before turning her attention to Sol. "Sorry I yelled at you, Sol. It's just been a weird day for me." She offered a hand to the dragon, ready to provide head scratches if the companion would allow her.
Little did any of them know, the day was about to get even weirder. A little black head popped up behind Sol on the bench, mischievously flicking its forked tongue to taste the air. When it was sure that the dragon wasn't paying attention, it slithered up onto the bench. The mata mata, having escaped from its enclosure, was set on retribution. Before anyone could notice it, it scooted closer and rushed headlong between Sol's legs, hoping to startle the dragon.
At the thought that she might be in charge of anything, Noe snorted a laugh. "Oh, I think Koa has that covered," she said. As much as she'd like to boss her sibling around, she knew that he was a better dragoon than she would ever have been. Even if their mother was rolling over in her grave to know that Noe had elected not to follow in her footsteps.
"Nice to meet you," Noe said, before turning her attention to Sol. "Sorry I yelled at you, Sol. It's just been a weird day for me." She offered a hand to the dragon, ready to provide head scratches if the companion would allow her.
Little did any of them know, the day was about to get even weirder. A little black head popped up behind Sol on the bench, mischievously flicking its forked tongue to taste the air. When it was sure that the dragon wasn't paying attention, it slithered up onto the bench. The mata mata, having escaped from its enclosure, was set on retribution. Before anyone could notice it, it scooted closer and rushed headlong between Sol's legs, hoping to startle the dragon.
And when I meet the band, they ask, "Do you have a man?"
I can still say, "I don't remember"
I can still say, "I don't remember"
