Koa
Don't take this the wrong way
You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
"Shirt's on backwards." Don't worry, Mateo, Koa has your back - even if it is said in a ribbing tone, a grin and waggled eyebrows suggesting surprise that the Dragoon's friend would be so unfashionably disheveled.You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you
The tall young man got here early, all his soldier's training directing him to be punctual and prepared, dressed in Dragoon fatigues and armed with shovels for each of them. He's positively chipper, his copper eyes sparkling when he takes a sack from a sleepy Mateo.
Everest's thought that they might smell different isn't terrible, though Koa, with his human senses, doubts very much it will work. "Maybe they do?" Koa eyes the road dubiously, nudging a boot tip at one already slightly visible mine. "You could always see? Or maybe one of your clever devices can sense them - like, I dunno, tell that they're a different material than the rest of the dirt?"
Only blue or black days
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose
