Koa
We are young supernovas
"All good!" Koa wheezes good naturedly, diaphragm constricted by a combination of bruising and laughter as he rolls onto his knees. With a groan the young Dragoon rises, brushing snow off of sore arms. "Nothing more hurt than my ego- wait, shit, hold on."
Having reached his torso, he now pats frantically at his breast pocket, looking for what lies within. A moment later he feels it, the papers tucked against his chest; with a sigh of relief he digs them out, smoothing the parchment in gloved hands. As fun as it has been to practice sledding, the real reason he chose this location was because it's so remote. With no real understanding of just how much their enemies are watching, Koa had figured an overabundance of caution wouldn't be amiss.
Not when it came to the precious documents he had to deliver to the Sword.
Serious now, the young man looks up to the Warden with hopeful, eager eyes. "Here - not that sledding hasn't been great, but this is the real reason I asked you out here. I spoke with Safrin recently, and she shared... well, take a look." Extending the journal to Deimos, he waits for the Warden to open the documents, nervously picking at his sleeve. "These are the plans to our friend's house, as best I was able to jot them down." The drawings are meticulous and detailed, as best as he could manage - he'd gotten his father to help re-draw them, and between Kimo's artisan background and Koa's recollection the result was fairly impressive, with copious notes and annotations to flesh it out as best he can.
"I thought it might help, the next time you decide to do yard work for them. And I thought that maybe one of these times, I might come along, too."
Having reached his torso, he now pats frantically at his breast pocket, looking for what lies within. A moment later he feels it, the papers tucked against his chest; with a sigh of relief he digs them out, smoothing the parchment in gloved hands. As fun as it has been to practice sledding, the real reason he chose this location was because it's so remote. With no real understanding of just how much their enemies are watching, Koa had figured an overabundance of caution wouldn't be amiss.
Not when it came to the precious documents he had to deliver to the Sword.
Serious now, the young man looks up to the Warden with hopeful, eager eyes. "Here - not that sledding hasn't been great, but this is the real reason I asked you out here. I spoke with Safrin recently, and she shared... well, take a look." Extending the journal to Deimos, he waits for the Warden to open the documents, nervously picking at his sleeve. "These are the plans to our friend's house, as best I was able to jot them down." The drawings are meticulous and detailed, as best as he could manage - he'd gotten his father to help re-draw them, and between Kimo's artisan background and Koa's recollection the result was fairly impressive, with copious notes and annotations to flesh it out as best he can.
"I thought it might help, the next time you decide to do yard work for them. And I thought that maybe one of these times, I might come along, too."
and the heat's about to break
