K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
He's done something wrong. He has no idea what, of course, but he can feel the way the mood shifts, a sudden cold tension carving cruelly into their warm camaraderie. Koa's smile falters, a furrow of concern forming between his brows as Sohalia shudders as though he had just suggested they go kick a dog. Fuck, he thinks, heart thundering, throat closing - an uncharacteristic amount of anxiety, but man, he does not want to mess this up.
Luckily she seems to forgive him quickly, though he's still left wondering how exactly he transgressed. He doesn't pry, though, grateful to be able to bask once more in her smile, even if the wattage has turned down a shade. "I've never been," he confesses with a shrug, reaching up to scratch Pip beneath her chin. "We haven't left Stormbreak all that much - hard to make the time - but maybe one day we'll find someone willing to show us the world." He leaves it there like an invitation, a hope, flashing her a sly look and a raised brow.
She seems happy talking about travel, and Koa is more than happy to listen. "What takes you out and about so often? Work?" he wonders, tilting his head as they continue to walk along the pathway, toward a little cluster of cafes that marks where town meets misty stone.
Luckily she seems to forgive him quickly, though he's still left wondering how exactly he transgressed. He doesn't pry, though, grateful to be able to bask once more in her smile, even if the wattage has turned down a shade. "I've never been," he confesses with a shrug, reaching up to scratch Pip beneath her chin. "We haven't left Stormbreak all that much - hard to make the time - but maybe one day we'll find someone willing to show us the world." He leaves it there like an invitation, a hope, flashing her a sly look and a raised brow.
She seems happy talking about travel, and Koa is more than happy to listen. "What takes you out and about so often? Work?" he wonders, tilting his head as they continue to walk along the pathway, toward a little cluster of cafes that marks where town meets misty stone.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
