K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
When he'd heard that Captain Rao was going on a mission to the wilds, of course Koa'd volunteered to tag along. Not that she'd asked for volunteers, exactly. Or that he'd told her he'd be coming. But a good soldier took up tasks unbidden, right? And if she really didn't want him there, well.... better to beg forgiveness than ask permission and all that.
Besides, Koa has never been to the Boneyard. And this was not an opportunity he was about to give up.
Unfortunately the lack of communication meant he somehow completely missed her scheduled departure, and by the time he catches up she's nearly upon the eponymous pile of bones. The young Dragoon waves a greeting but, unsure if she's spotted him, opts to jog the rest of the way. Rookie mistake: by the time Koa catches up he's panting from exertion and dying from heat (linen shirts and cotton shorts can only do so much).
Still he manages to straighten up and pull out a rather acceptable salute. "Greetings, Captain!" he greets her brightly. "Pip and I are reporting for duty!" And indeed, a head has popped out of Koa's pack, the little dragon looking very much like he would rather not be in this heat as he whuffs a half-assed greeting.
Besides, Koa has never been to the Boneyard. And this was not an opportunity he was about to give up.
Unfortunately the lack of communication meant he somehow completely missed her scheduled departure, and by the time he catches up she's nearly upon the eponymous pile of bones. The young Dragoon waves a greeting but, unsure if she's spotted him, opts to jog the rest of the way. Rookie mistake: by the time Koa catches up he's panting from exertion and dying from heat (linen shirts and cotton shorts can only do so much).
Still he manages to straighten up and pull out a rather acceptable salute. "Greetings, Captain!" he greets her brightly. "Pip and I are reporting for duty!" And indeed, a head has popped out of Koa's pack, the little dragon looking very much like he would rather not be in this heat as he whuffs a half-assed greeting.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
