Koa
We are young supernovas
"Well then, Commander Erebos, how does this hilltop look for the point of deployment?" Koa grins broadly at the toddler, cheeks chapped and pink from the chill. Despite the notebook burning a hole in his breast pocket, the young Dragoon is happy to take a moment's respite. Sure, he'd come here with the express intention of informing Deimos about what he'd gleaned from Safrin, but the baby had been so damned excited about the prospect of a sledding trip, and who was Koa to say no?
Besides, if he's going to use gravity his advantage, might as well make it fun.
Their small group is perched atop a hill, Deimos and Erebos one one sled, Koa on another. Pipsqueak, for her part, has decried the wooden constructs: she can slide much better on her scaly belly, and she's already been carving rivulets through every incline on their path. Grinning across at the Warden, Koa counts them down. "Okay, on three we race. Ready? One, two... THREE!"
Shoving his sled forward with a whoop, Koa throws himself upon it, his laughter riotous as he enjoys the rush of wind and the sensation of near-flight.
Besides, if he's going to use gravity his advantage, might as well make it fun.
Their small group is perched atop a hill, Deimos and Erebos one one sled, Koa on another. Pipsqueak, for her part, has decried the wooden constructs: she can slide much better on her scaly belly, and she's already been carving rivulets through every incline on their path. Grinning across at the Warden, Koa counts them down. "Okay, on three we race. Ready? One, two... THREE!"
Shoving his sled forward with a whoop, Koa throws himself upon it, his laughter riotous as he enjoys the rush of wind and the sensation of near-flight.
and the heat's about to break
