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
"I don't own purple socks!" Koa protests, though it's really the only leg he has to stand on. Her limerick is certainly better, informed as it is by a personal relationship with the being (the very thought of which makes Koa so physically ill he has to work very hard to suppress a retch). Don't you think if a person has to count their breaths their personhood into question?
But he does not say this out loud, though the effort it takes really should be applauded.
"Alright, well, yours might be better." He's willing to admit his defeat in this battle, given that he's about to win the war. "Should we get ready to disembark?" Their father isn't coming for another day, so they've been tasked with securing passage to the Fangs. Only another 48 hours, and his sister will be cured.
But he does not say this out loud, though the effort it takes really should be applauded.
"Alright, well, yours might be better." He's willing to admit his defeat in this battle, given that he's about to win the war. "Should we get ready to disembark?" Their father isn't coming for another day, so they've been tasked with securing passage to the Fangs. Only another 48 hours, and his sister will be cured.
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
