So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
It works. Koa's breath escapes him as Ronin appears, resplendent in starlight, a dream on dragon wings. Awe and gratitude and a little healthy terror grip him as he watches the demigod hurl death down upon the moth, making quick work of what may otherwise have been a mighty foe. It is poetry in motion to the young Dragoon, a masterclass in efficiency and adaptability. The battle is won in a spray of scales and light, and Koa lets out a resounding whoop! of victory---
--- which turns to ashes on his mouth as he watches Sohalia fall.
And as Pip gathers up a scale, Koa Carpenter runs.
{fin!}
--- which turns to ashes on his mouth as he watches Sohalia fall.
And as Pip gathers up a scale, Koa Carpenter runs.
{fin!}
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
