K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"With such an experienced guide, I'm sure we'd have a phenomenal time." He winks at her, thrilled twofold by the prospect of further adventure and more time by her side. The temptation to throw an arm around her shoulders is strong, but somehow, against all odds, the young man resists. Instead he shoves his hands in his pockets, a goofy and self-satisfied grin spread across his face.
He's watching her, and so he catches the little smile at the mention of friends, and.... is that jealousy, Koa? Not a particularly familiar emotion for the young man, and one he tries to shake off quickly. "You must be away a lot." Will I get to see more of you? It's a question that bites unbidden at him, a nagging mosquito as he realizes that he very, very, very much hopes so.
As for him? "I'm a Dragoon," he informs her with no small amount of pride, chin rising involuntarily as he straightens his spine. A posturing interrupted by a nip at his ear. "Ow- yes, sorry. We're Dragoons," Koa corrects indulgently, earning a trill of approval from Pip. He lets his shoulders slump a little, the warm pride fading to something more vulnerable as he glances away from Sohalia, toward town. "Plus, y'know... my Pop's here, and hasn't been doing great. Someone has to take care of the old man."
He's watching her, and so he catches the little smile at the mention of friends, and.... is that jealousy, Koa? Not a particularly familiar emotion for the young man, and one he tries to shake off quickly. "You must be away a lot." Will I get to see more of you? It's a question that bites unbidden at him, a nagging mosquito as he realizes that he very, very, very much hopes so.
As for him? "I'm a Dragoon," he informs her with no small amount of pride, chin rising involuntarily as he straightens his spine. A posturing interrupted by a nip at his ear. "Ow- yes, sorry. We're Dragoons," Koa corrects indulgently, earning a trill of approval from Pip. He lets his shoulders slump a little, the warm pride fading to something more vulnerable as he glances away from Sohalia, toward town. "Plus, y'know... my Pop's here, and hasn't been doing great. Someone has to take care of the old man."
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
