(set before the Tower fall)
They'd managed to survive getting Kaisel home and patched up, delivered safely into his parents' arms. Koa hadn't seen much of Kai since The Great Roasting - he'd figured it'd be best to give his cousin space, and besides, he had his own wounds to lick, like a lacerated ego and and bruised pride.
But it's been a few days and he's sent a note to Kai, offering a time and place for the training they'd sort of planned while half-delirious on the skyship home. He'd chosen it for nostalgia's sake, as well as a sort of peace offering: The Falling is a classic place for young (and stupid) Dragoons to test their mettle, and as boys they'd spent their fair share of days scrambling over the hovering stones, daring each other to go further and further out beyond the ledge. Koa, of course, had insisted his younger cousin be harnessed if things looked especially dangerous - this despite his own rejection of any such safety measure, much of the time.
He's laid no harness out today.
Koa waits for his cousin on a floating island about ten feet long and twenty wide, adjusting his boxing wraps and trying not to look anxious as he paces along the rocky length. He's wearing his moth scale t-shirt and joggers; aside from the wraps there's nothing else: no rings, no bracers, no shiny toys. It's an attempt to demonstrate an even playing field, to show Kai that he respects him - even if he is (rightly) afraid his cousin is one stupid move away from getting himself for real killed.
They'd managed to survive getting Kaisel home and patched up, delivered safely into his parents' arms. Koa hadn't seen much of Kai since The Great Roasting - he'd figured it'd be best to give his cousin space, and besides, he had his own wounds to lick, like a lacerated ego and and bruised pride.
But it's been a few days and he's sent a note to Kai, offering a time and place for the training they'd sort of planned while half-delirious on the skyship home. He'd chosen it for nostalgia's sake, as well as a sort of peace offering: The Falling is a classic place for young (and stupid) Dragoons to test their mettle, and as boys they'd spent their fair share of days scrambling over the hovering stones, daring each other to go further and further out beyond the ledge. Koa, of course, had insisted his younger cousin be harnessed if things looked especially dangerous - this despite his own rejection of any such safety measure, much of the time.
He's laid no harness out today.
Koa waits for his cousin on a floating island about ten feet long and twenty wide, adjusting his boxing wraps and trying not to look anxious as he paces along the rocky length. He's wearing his moth scale t-shirt and joggers; aside from the wraps there's nothing else: no rings, no bracers, no shiny toys. It's an attempt to demonstrate an even playing field, to show Kai that he respects him - even if he is (rightly) afraid his cousin is one stupid move away from getting himself for real killed.
There'll always be a few things, maybe several things
That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive
That you're gonna find really difficult to forgive
