Koa
There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Where better to look for Vi's roses than in a place named The Eyes of Vi?You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Thus was Koa's logic when he set out on this expedition, enthusiastic and determined and entirely ill-informed. It hadn't been a long journey - the Eyes were close to the heart of the village, relative to much of the sprawling Woods - and mild morning made for a pleasant enough venture, or as pleasant as tromping through the Greatwood could be. Pipsqueak had busied herself with chasing down will-o-wisps, much to Koa's amusement, and it was scarcely lunchtime by the time they crossed the makeshift bridge to the gloomy island.
Of course things couldn't remain simple. Where Koa had expected something akin to the Eye of the Storm back home, of course the Greatwood had to put a horrifying twist on it. Turns out the Eyes consisted of pockmarks punched into soft earth and filled with water of an unsettling ilk; one quick glance left Koa quite befuddled, the reflections within in no way representative of the dense canopy above. He'd been quick to step back, untrusting of the illusion; now he stands at the edge of the island, weighing his next move.
Through their bond pip sends flashes of the scene from above, queasy images of discrete holes that bounced the low light eerily among the trees. The whole thing seemed designed by the gods to trigger anyone with trypophobia, and Koa has to steel himself against the dizzying impression of countless hollows waiting to swallow him whole. He's just debating turning around and leaving when a sound disturbs him; slightly startled, he turns to its source, hand snapping instinctively to the chakram at his hip.
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?
