K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"She's winged," Koa counters somewhat petulantly. Why have wings if not to fly? "And she's a dragon. My ma's dragon, Fang, he..."
He trails off suddenly, his voice growing distant as a memory rises, unbidden, to the front of his mind. For a moment he's quiet, his gaze on the horizon- then he blinks, coming back to the present with a nervous laugh and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Sorry. Fang was a beautiful creature. Definitely a dragon. Unlike this one. And really, what kind of Dragoon has a dragon who can't fly?"
Indeed, Pipsqueak has popped her chin back on the table to peer at Koa in his rare, vulnerable moment. Reaching across the table, he boops the snoot of his indignant companion, earning his fingers an affectionate nip. "Ow!" he exclaims, raising the finger to show to Soh, a comically stricken expression on her face. "See the abuse I suffer?" A ring of pin-point indentations are visible on his fingertip, but very little evidence of injury beyond that.
He trails off suddenly, his voice growing distant as a memory rises, unbidden, to the front of his mind. For a moment he's quiet, his gaze on the horizon- then he blinks, coming back to the present with a nervous laugh and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Sorry. Fang was a beautiful creature. Definitely a dragon. Unlike this one. And really, what kind of Dragoon has a dragon who can't fly?"
Indeed, Pipsqueak has popped her chin back on the table to peer at Koa in his rare, vulnerable moment. Reaching across the table, he boops the snoot of his indignant companion, earning his fingers an affectionate nip. "Ow!" he exclaims, raising the finger to show to Soh, a comically stricken expression on her face. "See the abuse I suffer?" A ring of pin-point indentations are visible on his fingertip, but very little evidence of injury beyond that.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
