Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
I know, Pip's preening croon seems to reply, the little dragon arching her sinewy back against Melita's leg, smugly delighted that someone appreciates her genius. Koa scoffs, nudging a pebble free with the toe of his boot and kicking it toward the wyrm. "You're gonna give her ideas," he cautions Mel, indulgence softening any real edges from his voice.
"So these are to add cannons to your ship, right?" Coming to kneel beside Melita, he leans in to inspect one of the flowers. "Seems like a pretty useful addition. Maybe I ought to see about getting a few commissioned for the Dragoons." Gingerly Koa reaches forward, grazing a finger over a petal only to pull it back with curse as heat singes his skin. "Ow." He puts the wounded digits to his lips to cool them, scowling at the offensive bloom.
"So these are to add cannons to your ship, right?" Coming to kneel beside Melita, he leans in to inspect one of the flowers. "Seems like a pretty useful addition. Maybe I ought to see about getting a few commissioned for the Dragoons." Gingerly Koa reaches forward, grazing a finger over a petal only to pull it back with curse as heat singes his skin. "Ow." He puts the wounded digits to his lips to cool them, scowling at the offensive bloom.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
