"Seems like." If you were to ask Koa two years ago he would say emphatically that he'd been made to grow up early. But time and perspective has helped him realize what a relatively charmed youth he'd had, protected by his flying city and a family he could turn to when things became too dark.
Things he never fully appreciated until they were gone.
He's still enough that cocky kid to have no concept of the pain he's invited, asking a demigod for a punch. "Oooffff," Koa gasps as Sunjata's hit lands, even the unarmed punch forcefully enough to shove some of the breath forcefully from his lungs. One arm wraps around his chest as he fights the urge to double over, nausea gripping him. "I'm good," Koa wheezes unconvincingly. "Just gotta..."
Weakly he fails out to punch Sunjata back, willing the healing aspect of his wraps to work. Except of course hes not wearing his wraps: they're stuck in his bag, and how his knuckles hurt along with his ribs.
Dumbass.
"Okay, maybe yes to healing." He offers Jata a grimacing smile, shaking out his fist. "Thanks again, Jata. For everything."
Things he never fully appreciated until they were gone.
He's still enough that cocky kid to have no concept of the pain he's invited, asking a demigod for a punch. "Oooffff," Koa gasps as Sunjata's hit lands, even the unarmed punch forcefully enough to shove some of the breath forcefully from his lungs. One arm wraps around his chest as he fights the urge to double over, nausea gripping him. "I'm good," Koa wheezes unconvincingly. "Just gotta..."
Weakly he fails out to punch Sunjata back, willing the healing aspect of his wraps to work. Except of course hes not wearing his wraps: they're stuck in his bag, and how his knuckles hurt along with his ribs.
Dumbass.
"Okay, maybe yes to healing." He offers Jata a grimacing smile, shaking out his fist. "Thanks again, Jata. For everything."
Koa
