Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
"She was kidnapped," Koa says more forcefully than intended, despite not knowing the whole story because I've decided to place that at the very end of the season for timeline purposes and my own sanity. "Dahlia didn't just offer her an all-expenses-paid vacation - Soh was thrown out by the Family." Koa'd been there, after all. Why else would there have been no word, no letters, no announcement from the Heart?
He eyes Ever, something hardening in the sunny expression and boyish eyes. It isn't about who was born here, it's about how the power changed. "You were in her cabinet. Her friend. Didn't you think it was suspicious, the way she disappeared? Only to have a member of 'The Family' declare herself Queen the very next day?"
Plus there's the whole Dahlia arrived on a goddamn meteor and destroyed half of Caido thing.
But all of this is above his pay grade, and he nods gratefully at the suggestion they employ the help of the gods. "Alright - but we're not picking up all the seeds first," Koa declares firmly, rising up to his feet and offering Ever a hand. "I promise Frey won't be mad that they're here instead of there. If anything they'll probably like that the spread was wider. What kinda seeds are they, anyway?" he asks, trying to keep the Aviator moving in the direction of the Shrine.
[fin]
He eyes Ever, something hardening in the sunny expression and boyish eyes. It isn't about who was born here, it's about how the power changed. "You were in her cabinet. Her friend. Didn't you think it was suspicious, the way she disappeared? Only to have a member of 'The Family' declare herself Queen the very next day?"
Plus there's the whole Dahlia arrived on a goddamn meteor and destroyed half of Caido thing.
But all of this is above his pay grade, and he nods gratefully at the suggestion they employ the help of the gods. "Alright - but we're not picking up all the seeds first," Koa declares firmly, rising up to his feet and offering Ever a hand. "I promise Frey won't be mad that they're here instead of there. If anything they'll probably like that the spread was wider. What kinda seeds are they, anyway?" he asks, trying to keep the Aviator moving in the direction of the Shrine.
[fin]
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
