Koa
Yeah, well, what can I say except that Pip is an odd catsnake who probably shouldn't really exist, and yet here we are. She picks her head up from the sand long enough to trill a response to Hadama's greeting, but there's very little, it seems, that can keep her from the task at hand.
As the pit grows to adequate size ("Pip, maybe go dig us up some crabs to cook, huh?") Koa, too, kneels by it, his expression intense as he starts the process of building a base for his fire. "We're from Stormbreak," he answers Hadama, with a firmness to his voice that certainly wasn't there before, his (bent) back (somehow?) straightening just a little bit. "We're Dragoons." As always, he can't help the pride that slips into his tone.
A passable teepee of sticks constructed, Koa rocks back on his heels to see what Hadama is doing with the husk. "So how do you get coconuts down, uh, underwater? I never thought about what Mers eat. Do you have to come to the surface every time you eat something, so you don't just swallow water?" His brows are furrowed, uncharacteristic befuddlement written clearly on his face. The young man isn't usually one for peppering strangers with questions, but he's also a very sheltered child let loose in a strange land.
As the pit grows to adequate size ("Pip, maybe go dig us up some crabs to cook, huh?") Koa, too, kneels by it, his expression intense as he starts the process of building a base for his fire. "We're from Stormbreak," he answers Hadama, with a firmness to his voice that certainly wasn't there before, his (bent) back (somehow?) straightening just a little bit. "We're Dragoons." As always, he can't help the pride that slips into his tone.
A passable teepee of sticks constructed, Koa rocks back on his heels to see what Hadama is doing with the husk. "So how do you get coconuts down, uh, underwater? I never thought about what Mers eat. Do you have to come to the surface every time you eat something, so you don't just swallow water?" His brows are furrowed, uncharacteristic befuddlement written clearly on his face. The young man isn't usually one for peppering strangers with questions, but he's also a very sheltered child let loose in a strange land.
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
