[Training] heart full of fire, looking for a fighter

I always thought I might be bad
Now I'm sure that it's true

Theea isn't the only one looking to get a workout in while the storm remains at sea, lighting stretching like godly fingers across a distant sky. Maintaining routine and being a refugee are disharmonic things, and one of the first things Koa'd done upon his return home was to prioritize exercising at least once a day. Routine has always soothed the boy and his busy mind, and his mental wellness has suffered for the lack of consistency these past months.

The grey sky looms pregnant with potential as he strides into the field, tightening the bands of heal and hurt over his calloused hands. The training grounds are all but empty, a disheartening sight to see, though Koa perks up somewhat as he spots a slender figure, feminine beneath the oversized jacket, her back to the Dragoon.

He picks his pace up, making his steps louder, his trajectory an angle so she'll be able to see him as he approaches - he doesn't want to seem like one of those gym creeps who sneaks up on women while they're in the zone. That is, until catches the edge of her profile and realizes she's not a stranger, at which point all bets are off and decorum gives way to an ebullient grin.

"Hey- Theea, right?" Koa waves an easy greeting, pulling to a stop beside her selected mannequin. "It's Koa - we met at Flora's party. Glad to see you still in one piece after that night." He shoots her a playful copper wink, arm swinging over the dummy's shoulder like it was an old friend. His arms are bare save for the wraps, hair on end in the brisk fall chill. Theea's removed her jacket, too, and Koa casts a pointed look at her hands before glancing back up to meet her eyes. "Looks like you're gearing up for some practice- fancy a proper spar? I'm sure old Woody here won't mind," he adds, giving the mannequin a conciliatory pat on its inanimate back.

'cause I think you're so good
and I'm nothing like you

Koa