A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
Koa hates the cold.
Bundled in boots and scarf and hat and the largest greatcoat he could fine, Koa strikes a pensive figure as he stares across the frozen sea. Only copper eyes gleam from the shadows of his shrouded face, tracking faint lines on a horizon almost fully washed out by ice and snow. Above him the shriek of a dragon echoes; Pip, unlike the rest of them, is thriving in this weather, eagerly circling through flurries and banks as she too stands sentinel over the frozen wastes.
Why did he suggest Halo, if he loathes it so much? Because if there is one place he cannot imagine their enemies finding them, it's here, out in the furthest reaches of Caido, far from Starfall's looming gaze. Yet even here he feels uneasy, tense and insecure in the wintry light. While normally he loves the ocean, there's something eerie about this sea, something beyond the biting cold and distant groans of shifting ice. It makes him feel small and vulnerable. Too obvious.
Exposed.
Soh's voice is nearly snatched by the wind, but the young man hears her well enough. Reaching a gloved hand to his face, Koa pulls down his scarf just far enough to free his rosy lips. "'Safe' is relative, when they can send messages directly into our minds," he points out wryly, still staring out across the sea. The borrowed ring upon on his finger sits quiet and chill; at least he has that reassurance, that she isn't one of them. "What did you want to talk about?" Koa asks, though the question is likely unnecessary. He's fairly confident he knows what's on her mind. It's the same thing that's been on his.
Bundled in boots and scarf and hat and the largest greatcoat he could fine, Koa strikes a pensive figure as he stares across the frozen sea. Only copper eyes gleam from the shadows of his shrouded face, tracking faint lines on a horizon almost fully washed out by ice and snow. Above him the shriek of a dragon echoes; Pip, unlike the rest of them, is thriving in this weather, eagerly circling through flurries and banks as she too stands sentinel over the frozen wastes.
Why did he suggest Halo, if he loathes it so much? Because if there is one place he cannot imagine their enemies finding them, it's here, out in the furthest reaches of Caido, far from Starfall's looming gaze. Yet even here he feels uneasy, tense and insecure in the wintry light. While normally he loves the ocean, there's something eerie about this sea, something beyond the biting cold and distant groans of shifting ice. It makes him feel small and vulnerable. Too obvious.
Exposed.
Soh's voice is nearly snatched by the wind, but the young man hears her well enough. Reaching a gloved hand to his face, Koa pulls down his scarf just far enough to free his rosy lips. "'Safe' is relative, when they can send messages directly into our minds," he points out wryly, still staring out across the sea. The borrowed ring upon on his finger sits quiet and chill; at least he has that reassurance, that she isn't one of them. "What did you want to talk about?" Koa asks, though the question is likely unnecessary. He's fairly confident he knows what's on her mind. It's the same thing that's been on his.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
