K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Koa is glad to be out of the stuffy jewelry shop, though truth be told he was having rather a fun time within. He snaps a salute to the shopkeeper before stuffing his hands deep in his pockets, sauntering after Lena with a self-satisfied smile. As they enter the fresh air the young man raises his tan face sunwards, inhaling as deeply as though he'd been caught in a mine for weeks and this is his first taste of a non-stagnant breeze. "You have great taste," he informs Lena. "I think it'll turn out fantastic."
Ah, but as for why he's decided to stick with her. "Can't a guy just want to enjoy your company?" the boy asks with a shrug, a playful, flirtatious smile on his unabashed face. But the expression fades quickly, replaced with something a bit more serious, simultaneously embarrassed and hopeful and at a loss.
"Actually," he begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I was hopin' I might get your help with something. My companion. Pipsqueak. She's a dragon, but she can't fly." His copper eyes take on a pleading, puppy-dog quality. "Is that normal? I mean, she's almost two seasons old now, and she won't even try."
Ah, but as for why he's decided to stick with her. "Can't a guy just want to enjoy your company?" the boy asks with a shrug, a playful, flirtatious smile on his unabashed face. But the expression fades quickly, replaced with something a bit more serious, simultaneously embarrassed and hopeful and at a loss.
"Actually," he begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I was hopin' I might get your help with something. My companion. Pipsqueak. She's a dragon, but she can't fly." His copper eyes take on a pleading, puppy-dog quality. "Is that normal? I mean, she's almost two seasons old now, and she won't even try."
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
