idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
The first it is an Ancient Koa doesn't recognize, but whose over-the-top theatrics earn an eyeroll and the mental nickname 'Imp'. Teenagers, he thinks, raising an eyebrow at Noe as a hand presses far more firmly than it needs to into first his head, and then hers. He leans in close to his sister, muttering playfully under his breath: "Looks like we got a badass over here."
There's a flurry of activity across the circle, and suddenly the other Ancient is on her feet, chasing after the Imp. Koa's expression is a mirror of Noe's, mischievous grin growing broader as the pair becomes inexplicably slow. Yawning dramatically, Koa leans back onto his palms to watch the chaos unfold.
And if he happens to extend an arm just as Soren runs past and trip the brat, well. Oops.
Koa will attempt to trip Soren as he runs past
There's a flurry of activity across the circle, and suddenly the other Ancient is on her feet, chasing after the Imp. Koa's expression is a mirror of Noe's, mischievous grin growing broader as the pair becomes inexplicably slow. Yawning dramatically, Koa leans back onto his palms to watch the chaos unfold.
And if he happens to extend an arm just as Soren runs past and trip the brat, well. Oops.
Koa will attempt to trip Soren as he runs past
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