Koa
There's an art to life's distractions
Koa would be utterly delighted to know he's charmed his way past Talyson's natural defenses, but alas, without mind reading magic he can only live in woeful ignorance of the courier's defeated guard. Boreal is doing a similar job of overcoming Pipsqueak's more prickly nature; the little dragon is absolutely tickled by this new game of rise-and-slide, squirming her way down Boreal's back and then hopping off and running around to demand to go again. Talyson's shirt has been forgotten; his companion is way more fun.
"A task for Ludo," Koa repeats, brow elevated in confused incredulity while a smile tugs into his cheek. "That's... yeah, that tracks." He laughs, broad shoulders rolling in an easy shrug.
As for them? "Vacation time. Enjoying the sights." He winks (can't help it, might be a medical condition), but the playfulness is slightly offset by the way he unconsciously straightens his spine. "Were Dragoons," the young man explains with no small amount of pride. "So if you need any help with anything, or protection from sea kitties... well. I'm your man."
Never mind that Koa is level 2 and Tal is level 9 and could squash him like a bug. Koa is a creature of unearned confidence. One day it will be his downfall, but today is not that day.
"A task for Ludo," Koa repeats, brow elevated in confused incredulity while a smile tugs into his cheek. "That's... yeah, that tracks." He laughs, broad shoulders rolling in an easy shrug.
As for them? "Vacation time. Enjoying the sights." He winks (can't help it, might be a medical condition), but the playfulness is slightly offset by the way he unconsciously straightens his spine. "Were Dragoons," the young man explains with no small amount of pride. "So if you need any help with anything, or protection from sea kitties... well. I'm your man."
Never mind that Koa is level 2 and Tal is level 9 and could squash him like a bug. Koa is a creature of unearned confidence. One day it will be his downfall, but today is not that day.
To somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through
