Koa
He doesn't know her losses, but can sense them there, hidden behind the knowing eyes and confident posture, the way she grips her reins and settles in the saddle like she was born to sit there. It reminds him of his mother in an odd way, of Anju, of his aunt: swords clasped in strong, calloused hands, an air of belonging to their place in the world that Koa had idolized as a child.
Perhaps the hardest part of growing up is learning how much of that is in fact a facade.
A small snort escapes him at the mention of Frey, the boy shaking his head as his lips twist in mild distaste. "Well, that's good- they didn't seem to give much of a fuck about the Void when I talked to them. Thought infection wasn't a problem, which... well." He shrugs, remembering the blasé way Frey had responded to Everest's infection. "But I admit I don't know much about them, personally. My family has mostly followed Ludo, and I'm sworn to Safrin now." Pride fills him as he finishes this statement, his fondness for his goddess obvious in his face.
Perhaps the hardest part of growing up is learning how much of that is in fact a facade.
A small snort escapes him at the mention of Frey, the boy shaking his head as his lips twist in mild distaste. "Well, that's good- they didn't seem to give much of a fuck about the Void when I talked to them. Thought infection wasn't a problem, which... well." He shrugs, remembering the blasé way Frey had responded to Everest's infection. "But I admit I don't know much about them, personally. My family has mostly followed Ludo, and I'm sworn to Safrin now." Pride fills him as he finishes this statement, his fondness for his goddess obvious in his face.
Let's fall in love for the night
And forget in the morning
And forget in the morning
