"She's barely more than a hatchling herself," Koa explains with the exasperated fondness of any new parent. "Are they always so... ornery? Pip won't even fly." He glares at the dragonling in his arms, Pipsqueak responding with her best Who, me? expression.
He focuses back as Ronin clasps his hand, looking down to find authentic apology in the Commander's eyes. "She did, sir," Koa confirms with quiet pride, the boyish admiration he holds for his mother ablaze in copper eyes.
Strong fingers run through thick black hair, Koa's face curving into a bashful smile. "Yes, sir-- I mean, Ronin." Pip, taking advantage of his slacking grip, squirms up to reclaim her perch on the boy's shoulder, where she begins to groom her tosuled fur. "Enlisted about a year ago. Anju Rao is my Captain," he adds with a student's fondness.
"What brings you to Stormbreak? Are you visiting Mateo?"
He focuses back as Ronin clasps his hand, looking down to find authentic apology in the Commander's eyes. "She did, sir," Koa confirms with quiet pride, the boyish admiration he holds for his mother ablaze in copper eyes.
Strong fingers run through thick black hair, Koa's face curving into a bashful smile. "Yes, sir-- I mean, Ronin." Pip, taking advantage of his slacking grip, squirms up to reclaim her perch on the boy's shoulder, where she begins to groom her tosuled fur. "Enlisted about a year ago. Anju Rao is my Captain," he adds with a student's fondness.
"What brings you to Stormbreak? Are you visiting Mateo?"
Koa
