Koa
We are young supernovas
The snowball hits its intended target (not particularly impressive, giving the breadth of the Sword's back, but y'know) and Koa whoops his triumph, laughter snatched by the swift-blowing wind. So enthused is he that he scarcely registers the danger he's about to be in; too late he sees the earth ahead shifting, and it's with saucer-wide eyes and a yelp of panic that he hits the little bump.
It should have slowed him, or sent him tumbling, but it that's not what happens at all. Through some combination of speed, maneuvering, and sheer, dumb luck, Koa hits the construct in such a way as to launch his sled into the air. For a beautiful, terrifying, perfect moment, the Dragoon is utterly weightless, his vessel soaring like a bird over the fresh snow. "HO-LY-SHIT!" Koa cries in exultation, feeling time dilate and slow. Is he flying? This feels like flying! Rae's tits, he's really---!
"OOF!"
That's right, lads: gravity's back. What goes up must come down, and so it is with Koa's airborne sled. He lands unevenly, right runner leading the left; the resulting imbalance sends the sled into a tailspin, and now Koa's flying again, except instead of weightless and elated he's rolling around like a lone sock left in the dryer cycle. "Fu-u-u-uck!" the Dragoon cries as his body bounces, making the remainder of the descent entirely without his sled. It can't be more than a handful of heartbeats, but when he finally stops he's thoroughly dazed, lying on his back in the snow.
Somewhere nearby the sled has come to an innocent standstill, and as Koa blinks up at the sky it's abruptly blotted out by a cloud of inky fur. Pip squawks down at her human's face, alarmed and bemused in equal turn. Her scaly snout snuffs his cheek, and then, in a a perhaps misguided attempt to ensure his well being she nips gently at his nose - which is more than enough to shock the young Dragoon out of his daze. Bursting once more into laughter, he shoos the wyrm away, sore body shaking with hilarity as he pulls himself upright.
It should have slowed him, or sent him tumbling, but it that's not what happens at all. Through some combination of speed, maneuvering, and sheer, dumb luck, Koa hits the construct in such a way as to launch his sled into the air. For a beautiful, terrifying, perfect moment, the Dragoon is utterly weightless, his vessel soaring like a bird over the fresh snow. "HO-LY-SHIT!" Koa cries in exultation, feeling time dilate and slow. Is he flying? This feels like flying! Rae's tits, he's really---!
"OOF!"
That's right, lads: gravity's back. What goes up must come down, and so it is with Koa's airborne sled. He lands unevenly, right runner leading the left; the resulting imbalance sends the sled into a tailspin, and now Koa's flying again, except instead of weightless and elated he's rolling around like a lone sock left in the dryer cycle. "Fu-u-u-uck!" the Dragoon cries as his body bounces, making the remainder of the descent entirely without his sled. It can't be more than a handful of heartbeats, but when he finally stops he's thoroughly dazed, lying on his back in the snow.
Somewhere nearby the sled has come to an innocent standstill, and as Koa blinks up at the sky it's abruptly blotted out by a cloud of inky fur. Pip squawks down at her human's face, alarmed and bemused in equal turn. Her scaly snout snuffs his cheek, and then, in a a perhaps misguided attempt to ensure his well being she nips gently at his nose - which is more than enough to shock the young Dragoon out of his daze. Bursting once more into laughter, he shoos the wyrm away, sore body shaking with hilarity as he pulls himself upright.
and the heat's about to break
