K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
He doesn't notice he's still holding her hand until he's not, the chill of its absence felt acutely as a tingling in his palm. He doesn't really have time to dwell on that, though, because against all odds she's accepted his invitation, and damn if that isn't an unexpected win. Koa's smile grows wider, warmth filling his cheeks; "Soh it is," he agrees, returning her wink. "Let me just gather up the flightless wonder. Pip!"
A chattering growl answers his call, two gleaming eyes peering out from beneath a nearby rock. Koa signs resignedly; this is an old game by now. He flashes Soh a rueful glance and a shrug that says play along?, then places his hands on his hips.
"Now where could that monster be?" Koa wonders loudly, in a voice overwrought with bemusement. A chortling hiss emerges from the rock. Turning back to Soh, Koa raises an eyebrow. "Sorry," he whispers, and then: "Say, have you seen my friend Pipsqueak? About yea long, winged, looks like a feather boa smeared with ink?"
A chattering growl answers his call, two gleaming eyes peering out from beneath a nearby rock. Koa signs resignedly; this is an old game by now. He flashes Soh a rueful glance and a shrug that says play along?, then places his hands on his hips.
"Now where could that monster be?" Koa wonders loudly, in a voice overwrought with bemusement. A chortling hiss emerges from the rock. Turning back to Soh, Koa raises an eyebrow. "Sorry," he whispers, and then: "Say, have you seen my friend Pipsqueak? About yea long, winged, looks like a feather boa smeared with ink?"
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
