KOA
"King's End," Koa says, naming the only alternative new homes he'd considered. "Sunjata welcomed us before, and some of my friends are heading that way." Zavien chief among them; the draw of the Risen Sun's ongoing camaraderie is strong. Rubbing his toe on a scuff in the stone floor, he shrugs. "But there's history for me there, too, and part of me wants to start over fresh, y'know? Figure out who I am without everything I used to be."
He might have tried to explain further, but it's at this moment that Pipsqueak gives a chirp of alert. Turning in the direction of her attention, Koa spots one of his lieutenants hurrying down the hall. The last of the refugees are off the skyship and on their way to being situated; it's time for the Dragoons to head back.
Koa nods dismissal to the other Breaker, then turns with a tired smile to face Demios again. "Duty calls," he chuckles ruefully, extending a hand the Sword's way. "Thank you again, Warden. For everything. I'm sure we will speak again soon."
Then he sets back off the way he came, to the arms of a city in its final throes of life.
[Fin]
He might have tried to explain further, but it's at this moment that Pipsqueak gives a chirp of alert. Turning in the direction of her attention, Koa spots one of his lieutenants hurrying down the hall. The last of the refugees are off the skyship and on their way to being situated; it's time for the Dragoons to head back.
Koa nods dismissal to the other Breaker, then turns with a tired smile to face Demios again. "Duty calls," he chuckles ruefully, extending a hand the Sword's way. "Thank you again, Warden. For everything. I'm sure we will speak again soon."
Then he sets back off the way he came, to the arms of a city in its final throes of life.
[Fin]
With each love I cut loose, I was never the same
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
Watching still living roots be consumed by the flame
