K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
How he wishes it was Pipsqueak up there, flying lazy, majestic circles in the bright midday sun! Alas, Koa has been stuck with a tiny flightless wonder who prefers to suck on icicles rather than taste the skies. "Oh, she has," the young soldier confirms with wry weariness, extracting the flightless wonder from the backpack and depositing her on the ground. His efforts earn a protesting squawk as she scrambles off toward some shade. "Burned enough of my things in her first couple weeks to remove any doubt. Definitely fire, but she still hates the heat. Maybe she's defective," he adds with mock-sadness, which elicits a grumbled string of what might have been curses, could he understand the dragon's tongue.
But to business. The young man lets out a low, impressed whistle at the revelation that Ludo commanded this quest. "My ma was always a follower of Ludo," he tells his Captain, though doubtless Anju is already well aware of the fact. The pair had served together as Dragoons in the years before her death, after all.
Koa reaches for another bone, this one what appears to be a suspiciously large vertebrate with far too many spines. "What do you suppose--?" he begins to wonder, but a sudden outburst of squawks and trills from Pipsqueak draws his attention to his companion, who has burrowed somewhere in the pile of bones. "What---?" Koa asks, kneeling down only to have a rather frantic little dragonling barrel out of the nest of death and into his chest, pursued by Gods alone knows what.
But to business. The young man lets out a low, impressed whistle at the revelation that Ludo commanded this quest. "My ma was always a follower of Ludo," he tells his Captain, though doubtless Anju is already well aware of the fact. The pair had served together as Dragoons in the years before her death, after all.
Koa reaches for another bone, this one what appears to be a suspiciously large vertebrate with far too many spines. "What do you suppose--?" he begins to wonder, but a sudden outburst of squawks and trills from Pipsqueak draws his attention to his companion, who has burrowed somewhere in the pile of bones. "What---?" Koa asks, kneeling down only to have a rather frantic little dragonling barrel out of the nest of death and into his chest, pursued by Gods alone knows what.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
