Koa
There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Koa would have liked to have made it back to Safrin before setting out on this hunt, but few are the plans that go as one expects. Similar to his companions, he is dressed for winter's chill, a thick coat pulled tight over his armor, hat and bandana occluding much of his face. Not having found a pair of gloves that works with his wraps-and-bracers combo, his poor fingers have been left quite bare; he compensates by shoving his hands in his pockets, though this respite is abbreviated when he nears the group, extracting his hand to wave a greeting to his companions while trying not to think about the sting of the cold on his skin.You'll rise up free and easy on that day
Ever more enthusiastic when it comes to Halo trips, Pipsqueak leads their approach like splotch of ink carried on the wind. She circles the group with a trill of greeting, opting to land on the breakfast table and tear viciously into a sausage roll. Koa shakes his head at her antics, but goes for a cup of coffee anyway, shooing her off as he pours.
Warm beverage defrosting his fingers, the Dragoon at last settles into the team. "Deimos," Koa greets with a respectful bob of his head, voice warming considerably as he turns to the next familiar face. "Soh." He smiles, cheeks rosy, then looks at the stranger. "Koa Carpenter, Stormbreak Dragoon," the boy greets warmly, extending a hand. "He yours?" he asks, jutting his chin toward the handsome black gelding.
Greetings complete, Koa straightens, turning his eager attention the Warden's way. "Well then, Warden. What's today's mission?"
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?
