You won't stay with me, I know
Pipsqueak's screech of indignation and surprise is ear-piercing; it's a good thing she isn't particularly close to any of the Sugartide's windows. The puff of frost causes the condensation still clinging to her thick coat to quickly crystalize; Pipsqueak casts light and shards of ice as she shakes herself vigorously before launching off the stern, her needle-toothed mouth opening and closing as she fires puffs of dragonfire through the mist toward Spice.
The good-spirited fun is reflected in their humans, Koa's grin broadening at Flora's retort. "Oooh, that is your special move." The Dragoon's voice is teasing, but there's honesty there, too. They've both been rather spectacular idiots at various points in time, and it feels nice to joke about it, without any stinging accusation or the viability of a relationship hanging in the balance of it all.
The playfulness sharpens when they cast anchor, however, a soldier's vigilance falling comfortably into place. He follows Flora down the rope ladder, aware of the weight of the ring on his finger, of the bracers wrapped around his wrists. "None of this is normal," Koa mutters as his boots land on the odd, porous ground. The first to admit his ignorance where any sort of plant is concerned, Koa nonetheless feels pretty confident in his belief that none of the foliage surrounding them is normal.
Or the sounds coming from beyond their sight.
"I'm honestly surprised nothing's attacked us yet. Like... I dunno, a massive worm? Spiny tree person? Field of flowers with teeth instead of petals? Bees?"
The good-spirited fun is reflected in their humans, Koa's grin broadening at Flora's retort. "Oooh, that is your special move." The Dragoon's voice is teasing, but there's honesty there, too. They've both been rather spectacular idiots at various points in time, and it feels nice to joke about it, without any stinging accusation or the viability of a relationship hanging in the balance of it all.
The playfulness sharpens when they cast anchor, however, a soldier's vigilance falling comfortably into place. He follows Flora down the rope ladder, aware of the weight of the ring on his finger, of the bracers wrapped around his wrists. "None of this is normal," Koa mutters as his boots land on the odd, porous ground. The first to admit his ignorance where any sort of plant is concerned, Koa nonetheless feels pretty confident in his belief that none of the foliage surrounding them is normal.
Or the sounds coming from beyond their sight.
"I'm honestly surprised nothing's attacked us yet. Like... I dunno, a massive worm? Spiny tree person? Field of flowers with teeth instead of petals? Bees?"
Koa
But you can have your way with me Till you go
