Kopaka One Shot The little matoran child clutched to the harness of the dwarf kane ra, hanging from the traces a foot or so from the ground. A thick cloak was pinned beneath his chin, and he was almost lost in its folds. The large rahi rumbled and turned to look at this small irritant. Kopaka looked at it calmly. His brothers grew up around these creatures without fear, why should he? He coughed heavily and his hands slipped, dropping him into the pile of snow beneath him.
“Kopaka, how many times have I told you, don’t bother the kane ra,” Asper grumbled. Kopaka glanced up at his eldest brother silently. “I was not trying to be a bother,” he whispered. “Mother won’t like to hear you’ve been doing this, you’re not strong enough,” Asper responded. Slowly, Kopaka marched through the snow drifts, away from the caravans, coughing and pulling his cloak closer to himself.
Not looking where