K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Boring is not a word Koa would use to describe Sohalia, and he laughs at the very idea, a warm, earnest, rolling laugh that's accompanied by an expression of affectionate disbelief. "You may be a lot of things, Mis Soh," the boy says warmly, his copper gaze glittering with the fire of youthful ardor, "But boring definitely isn't one of them. I may not know you very well yet, but I think you're the most interesting person I've ever met." And at least right now, at least right here, he really does mean it.
Her touch on his arm is a shock of electricity, nearly making him start. It brings him back from his brief rivière, out of his head and back to her - a much more interesting topic than Koa's arthritic dad. "It's not all that bad," the Dragoon laughs, but for the first time it's awkward, a little closed off, his tone implying he would rather close the door on that particular topic. "He's just gettin' on, y'know?"
Luckily they've reached their destination, and Koa is able to redirect his attention to getting them seats. It's a small cafe, nothing fancy on the outside, but the backyard... well, there's the real charm. "Friend of the family opened it after the war," Koa winks at Sohalia as he leads her through the small space and to a nearly-hidden door. "Hope you're not afraid of heights," he adds, before pushing out into the main event: a spur of stone that juts out from the rim of the Falling, some 100 feet into open air. A handful of picnic tables dot the area, each with a candle set in the middle. Fairy lights give the yard an ethereal, rustic charm.
"Whaddya think?" Koa asks her, rocking nervously on his heels as he watches intently for Soh's response. "We can go somewhere else if you want - it's not as fun as Hart's, I know, but... well, it's got it's charm."
Is that... are you nervous, Koa?
Her touch on his arm is a shock of electricity, nearly making him start. It brings him back from his brief rivière, out of his head and back to her - a much more interesting topic than Koa's arthritic dad. "It's not all that bad," the Dragoon laughs, but for the first time it's awkward, a little closed off, his tone implying he would rather close the door on that particular topic. "He's just gettin' on, y'know?"
Luckily they've reached their destination, and Koa is able to redirect his attention to getting them seats. It's a small cafe, nothing fancy on the outside, but the backyard... well, there's the real charm. "Friend of the family opened it after the war," Koa winks at Sohalia as he leads her through the small space and to a nearly-hidden door. "Hope you're not afraid of heights," he adds, before pushing out into the main event: a spur of stone that juts out from the rim of the Falling, some 100 feet into open air. A handful of picnic tables dot the area, each with a candle set in the middle. Fairy lights give the yard an ethereal, rustic charm.
"Whaddya think?" Koa asks her, rocking nervously on his heels as he watches intently for Soh's response. "We can go somewhere else if you want - it's not as fun as Hart's, I know, but... well, it's got it's charm."
Is that... are you nervous, Koa?
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
