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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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reaching for a book of matches strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“Mm, that is up for debate. I will say it was successful, however.” The butcher offers to Danta, despite the smile that clings to his face beneath the metal of the muzzle. He’s on his best behaviour, of course, but as Danta hands him a drink with a straw that helps make it so he can take a sip of it, he harbors no pause before he takes a big swig from it before it actually hits him and he’s surprised by it just the same as Danta is.
Swallowing it down as a slight cough, the butcher holds the glass down by his chest as he stares at it and sucks in a sharp breath. “Gods.” He huffs, chuckling softly before he leans back against the back of the bar and tilts his head toward the ceiling and shakes himself out a touch before running a hand through his hair to keep the long dark strands contained behind his antlers.
Looking back over at Danta and taking his free hand to sweep around his middle to tug him in as they survey the rest of the party, Asta cradles the Blue Torcher close. “It is a good thing we have a room here, no?” He purrs playfully – because he doesn’t think he’d manage finding a room in an inn somewhere after these drinks.
But he sips idly from the cocktail, eyes finding Flora with someone he recognizes from the rodeo in King's End - the one that puts it on, and with the curve of the Doubletake's voice Asta seems to understand even at this distance that there's some tension there. Interested - and always having Flora's back regardless of whether he understands what's happening - the butcher leans down to brace his elbows on the bar now with Danta, his dark gaze skating over toward him with a raise of his brow as if silently asking if he'd hold the leash if a brawl did break out.
Asta is with Danta at the bar!
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
She got smiles in a jar by the door She likes her days better when the sun goes down She loves the rain
Glancing past Mateo for a moment as she sees Flora approach, Colt's smile only lingers in response for the upcoming addition of the birthday girl. Her focus swings back to the self proclaimed dream come true, anticipating they'd continue past pleasantries and she might be able to wet his appetite with a trade offer. This hope is promptly derailed.
"Am I?" she repeats, as if needing to try out the weight of it on her own tongue to properly get the flavor of it all. Her expression pulls back from wide and easy to something a bit more strained on the edges, practice forcing a shape rather than feeling giving it, the only way to keep it propped up over the sugar Flora's shoving down her throat. "Poaching, well that makes it sound so much more nefarious than an invitation to adventure and an opportunity to make something out of nothing." She laughs faintly, as if this is only the bite of sarcasm, honey warmed for ease rather than to scald, a simple mistake to make. Except she doesnt believe it for a second, not with how Flora claims Mateo to her side, the posession plain even for someone like Flora who drapes her love on others routinely. Certainly not with the way she flings that word around numerous times, more switchblade than vocabulary.
Colt keeps her smile pressed on behind her glass as she raises it up to take a slow sip, using it for breathing room, on Flora's behalf. "I was actually following up on the business tip you gave me last we saw each other," she explains instead, freely offering up her hand, laying it out as evidence she means to hide nothing.
When the sky turns grey, you should see her face She finds beauty in broken when nobody else can see Maybe I got a shot of her seeing something in me
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Flora’s eyes widen immediately, bright and exaggerated in a way that borders on theatrical sincerity, her lips parting as she hums a soft, considering, "Mmmmmm," like she’s tasting the phrasing rather than the meaning, before tilting her head just slightly, one brow lifting with delicate precision as she adds, "That’s how Sohalia put it," letting the words settle between them with a lightness that doesn’t quite bother disguising the weight underneath.
And she really doesn’t want this to turn into something ugly, not here, not tonight, not when everything is still glittering and warm and designed by those she loves, and because she likes Colt; genuinely, in that easy, growing way that had felt uncomplicated up until very recently. But liking someone has never once stopped her from calling out the exact shape of a thing when she sees it, and this, this sits wrong in a way that won’t let her smile it off and circle back to it later, not when it involves Soh, not when it involves trust, not when it feels like something she’d quietly believed was mutual has been treated as if it were optional between them.
Flora's shoulders lift in a small, almost careless shrug, though the way her fingers curl lightly against Mateo’s side betrays a tension she doesn’t bother smoothing out. "It was pointed out to me that maybe you just weren’t thinking," she says, the words soft, offered like an olive branch that’s just a little too polished to be entirely sincere, her gaze steady on Colt’s even as her tone stays light, because no part of her believes the rancher is that short-sighted. "Which honestly feels like just as much of a slap in the face, because I thought we were friends." There’s no accusation sharpened into a blade yet, just that quiet, unmistakable shift where the room seems to narrow by a fraction.
"I already said I'd help you. If you needed people, I would've helped you find them. But starting with my bestfriend? Offering her a leadership spot to try and seal the deal when there is a whole ass world out there for you to pick from?"
She got smiles in a jar by the door She likes her days better when the sun goes down She loves the rain
If there’s a flicker of surprise that manages to blaze through Colt’s expression, it’s one she yanks back as fast as she can, not about to give up any ground without standing on it a little longer. Still, she shifts around the weight of what Flora just offered her, making room for it among all the other truths she doesn’t like holding. For a brief moment, Colt lifts her gaze from the knife steadily being leveled at her, trying to find the one who put it in her back first. She saw the jackal among the crowd earlier, and she’s just curious now to see if she means to come up and bite her in broad daylight.
Glass clinks in her cup as Colt finishes her drink while the pretty flower with all her thorns finishes placing her own cards down. ”Must not have been thinking,” she admits with a tilt of her head, seeming to admire her newly empty glass, or perhaps mourning it, hard to say with the way she’s drawn her expression into something neutral and unimpressed. ”Because, here I thought poaching requires a little bit more than a tough and thankless job in a land that's actively trying to kill you on the daily. Especially when there’s already something sweet on hand.” One of Colt’s hands spreads out, the motion minimal, just enough to get the point across that she means all of this.
Her gaze flicks up from salted rims and souring ice, all the usual light of her smile gone from the amber that holds Flora now. Not dark, not narrowed, but focused with the sharp intent of someone watching closely to the way things shift abruptly. Normally, it’s a scattering of hooves and a ripple of muscle, but bitchy smiles are just as likely to run you down. ”All I did was give her an option. What she does with it is up to her. I'd think her friend would be happy for her to have a chance at something that might suit her, that she might want.” Colt’s brows raise faintly, as if searching for some common ground that they could at least agree on that.
”My mistake, for thinking since she lived in Stormbreak so long that your friendship didn't require proximity, or that her roots weren't laid down here yet.” Flora moves with an aggression born out of defense, a wound she’s trying to cover with bared teeth and flattened ears. Colt’s familiar. ”You sure the one you ain’t really mad at here is Sohalia and not me?” It isn’t said cruelly, but it’s flat. Flora guards her best friend like a dog with a bone. Colt’s fault, for believing in all this that Sohalia's another dog, turns out she’s just the bone being gnawed on. Flora can have her, Hak Etme's full of bones.
When the sky turns grey, you should see her face She finds beauty in broken when nobody else can see Maybe I got a shot of her seeing something in me
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Should'a seen what I wore I had a cane and a party hat
"You would be shocked at the sort of things I know, and the list only grows after a few cocktails," Mateo trills, beaming a dimpled grin in Colt's direction and raising his drink again before taking an enthusiastic sip of it. "Though in truth the only dream I made come true was-- oh! Hello, sorellina!" Interrupted, and perhaps for the best (but actually maybe not judging by what happens next) by Flora as she dazzles her way over to them, the botanist leans easily into the arm around his waist.
"We did not get as far as poaching," he confesses. "And I did not realise I was such a poachable commodity." His bright smile starts to fade by degrees as he notices that tell-tale brittle sweetness in his sister's voice, blue eyes flicking from Flora to Colt and then back again as the conversation takes the sort of turn he's usually only accustomed to seeing when people square up in bars. On those occasions someone is usually gunning for a fight too - and tonight it seems to be the birthday girl.
His brows do furrow into a frown as Colt opts to rise to the bait rather than to let it go, and he ends up breaking the tense silence, for better or worse, with the slurping of his straw in the dregs of his drink among the icecubes. "What if," he announces, his own arm fitting around Flora's waist in turn, "we did not do this at a birthday party? Shocking, I know, but I feel as though it might sour all of the good humour. But just in case it was up for debate, I am not available for purchase or poaching or... or whatever is happening here."
Mateo is drunkhelping here!
I was the king of this hologram where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
Chuckling to himself as Astaroth promptly starts to understand what he meant when he said the cocktails were strong, it doesn't stop Danta from taking another large gulp of his Blue Torcher. And like all good, potent drinks, it hits much better the second time around. "Mm, a very good thing indeed," he agrees, contently tugged in against the butcher so they can continue to survey the party.
He's about to go ahead and start making a second round of drinks (ones that are more well-known in the Dusklight, granted) when suddenly his lover's dark gaze is pinned on something happening across the room, Danta recognising the shift in him from party attendee to potential bouncer in seconds. Arching an eyebrow and following his gaze, he only needs to spot Flora for the decision to be immediate, the Maverick raising his eyebrows at Asta and absently polishing a glass.
"If the birthday girl wants you to take care of business for her, I'm not going to stop you," he tells him simply, a fanged smirk kicking up one side of his mouth. "It's her party and we're here to celebrate her, no matter how she decides to do that. I'll be right with you if you want to go and be your best self on her behalf."
Danta does nothing to help calm the situation down.
Dantalion
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
reaching for a book of matches strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He drinks it in, watching from the confines of the bar like a cat spying a bird just outside the window. His tail twitches in those shallow flicks all while he listens for Danta’s answer — after all, the Maverick does hold the butcher’s leash (all year but this season especially). There shouldn’t be too much danger, given he will be trying his damndest to be his best self while also being a stag confined in a man’s body with far too much interest in a brawl.
His cocktail is set down after one more long sip, feeling the buzz and burn of it settle in his chest, turning back to Danta to shoot him a grin behind the metal cage of the muzzle and reaches up for an affectionate ruffle of his blonde hair before he’s slinking out from the bar.
There isn’t that much theatrics on the walk over, despite the sharp figure Asta cuts as he heads straight over to Flora’s other side, but for those paying attention, they’ll spy the shadows that dance at his heels before extending like terrible little ghouls out toward Colt once he finally settles beside the birthday girl herself.
“Everything alright, darling?” He asks in a rich tone, one that harbors a barely there dual tonality. He doesn’t look at Flora so much as he stares at Colt, loosening a bit of his haunt for emphasis. His eyes are completely black now, the sclera swallowed by the darkness with the rapid and occasional flicker of a human skull overcoming his features the longer one looks at him. His grin remains sharp — even sharper, given the too sharp teeth are now needle pointed and curved and far too many of them to be anything close to comforting. It’s just enough to not spook the vast majority of those in attendance (his fiancé included) but enough to get the point across, he thinks.
And like the good bouncer and attack dog he is, he looms at the Queen’s side on his surprisingly absolutely best behavior for her signal, even if his shadows continue to stretch out toward Colt in their own silent threat.
Asta is at Flora’s side, happy to intervene if needed!
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
Flora lets out a soft, airy little laugh as if Colt has just said something mildly amusing instead of something meant to cut, the sound light and sugared and entirely at odds with the way her aqua eyes have gone cool and glassy, all warmth stripped clean away beneath the sparkle. She tips her head just slightly, lashes lowering in something that might almost pass for sympathy if it weren’t so carefully placed. "Well," she says, voice smooth as poured honey as if to match Colt's eyes, "just because you don’t have anything good worth offering doesn’t mean you didn’t try to offer it all the same."
She doesn’t shift when Colt presses back, doesn’t rise to the bait the way someone less certain of their footing might, instead leaning more comfortably into Mateo’s side as if this is nothing more than a mildly inconvenient conversation happening at the wrong time, her smile holding steady even as the edges of it sharpen. "No," Flora corrects gently, shaking her head as though she’s the one clearing up a misunderstanding rather than escalating anything, "your mistake was either being stupid enough to think it wouldn’t matter to me, or too cowardly to tell me to my face that you care more about filling up slots in the desert than you do about the people you call friends." She lifts one shoulder in a careless shrug, the sequins along her dress catching the light in a scatter of brightness that feels almost mocking in the moment. "Either way..." Her gaze drifts over Colt with a slow, assessing tilt of her head, lips curving just slightly. "Not the best start for a brand new leader." Less so, given that the rancher had now pissed off 50% of Caido's leaders, a stat formerly only held by Maea.
The suggestion that her anger is misplaced earns something closer to genuine laughter, though it still carries that same edge, Flora glancing briefly over her shoulder toward Sohalia before looking back again, entirely unbothered. "Why would I be mad at her?" she asks, as if the notion is genuinely confusing. "Like you said, she’s free to make her own choices, her choice being that she told me she definitely didn’t want to go to the desert, btw." Her brows lift faintly, something almost playful flickering there before it cools again. "The difference is, at least she told me to my face. Unlike you."
At another time she might have leaned into Mateo ’s interruption, teased him, laughed it off by saying how he absolutely was poachable, let the moment dissolve into something easier and softer, but now there’s a tightness coiled beneath her skin that won’t let her quite get there, even as she stays tucked comfortably at his side. And when Astaroth appears, looming and dark and deliberate, Flora’s chin tips up toward him for just a heartbeat, something like appreciation flashing bright and quick in her eyes before she looks back to Colt, her expression smoothing once more into that same polished, effortless calm.
"Actually," she says lightly, as if this is all very reasonable and not a dismissal wrapped in silk, "Colt was just leaving." Her gaze flicks toward Asta as she adds, almost absently, "Maybe you can make sure she gets out alright," by which of course she means the bitch is no longer welcome here, before returning to the rancher with a smile that is all teeth and charm and finality.
the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole
It is nice, so much so that when Melita’s question and Iskra’s addition hit him he huffs a laugh – snagging one of the Blue Torchers from a nearby tray that passes by. “Nah, I don’t really celebrate my birthday anymore.” He says rather than what he thinks to be the sadder reasoning – the fact that there might be a grand total of like, three people willingly there. The two standing beside him taking up the majority – because while she hadn’t given a reason, this was his birthday season. Toward the end of the month, of course, when he turns a grand ol’ thirty-seven.
He takes a sip from the drink in his hand with some semblance of surprise to actually feel the strength of it. Wincing and opting maybe to try and drown a bunch of them as the tension in the room grows a little heavy, Sunjata’s gaze flits around the party to pinpoint Colt at the center of Flora’s current orbit with the tall Ancient heading her way.
Given that they haven’t really made up from their original falling out, Sunjata doesn’t do much to help. If anything, he tries to grow a bit more invisible which is difficult to do at his height in such a vibrant party, but he does stick to himself – something Iskra might be able to suss out while he’s scanning him for any anxieties. (Don’t worry Iskra, there’s a lot of them right now).
Sunjata is still standing by Melita and Iskra!
the flood
and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below
totally sniped from odd ilu
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
She got smiles in a jar by the door She likes her days better when the sun goes down She loves the rain
What had she told Flora recently? The queen has a surprising number of sides. Here's another one showing itself, and how fucking ugly this one is. Colt's head tilts a fraction, as if trying to reangle Flora back into better light than this. The broken smile the rancher puts on again suggests that she's come up short on the attempt. So, there'd be no reasoning through this hurt. Not surprising, but it'd been worth a shot.
Colt sets her empty glass down on the nearest ledge, thumbs hooking into her front pockets now that they're free. It's worth noting that she's actually pissed off 75% of Caido's leaders, it seems. If she's going to be branded a fuck up, she'd be firmly taking the lead. "So your best friend's just a liar then?" Colt wonders, unbothered that Sohalia doesn't want the role, Colt would have been rescinding it after this. Seems the stupidest thing she did in all this was believing Sohalia worthy of anything. Well, she enjoyed the sense of girlhood while it lasted, but this is proof enough of why she tends to keep company with dust and drinks. Unlike women, they don't turn on you in an instant. ”All I know is, someone who's happy where they're at wouldn't have told me maybe,” she offers coolly, "so either she's lyin' to you, or she's lyin' to me. Could be a bit of both." It's a warning, however small, however Flora means to use it, that perhaps Sohalia is not giving her full face to the queen. Truth rings can only detect so much afterall, with all the ways honesty can be bent and hidden until it barely resembles its shape, but still passes as it anyway.
Her attention slides to Mateo as he attempts to diffuse what's been lit, but it seems they're well and good past that safety line now. It is a reminder though, that she needn't stay and dig a deeper trench than they've already made. Exhaling slowly, Colt's gaze turns back to Flora. "Well, since you have to sign off on everyone's movements, you should know that Hotaru's also considering Hak Etme. And I didn't offer her any rank." Colt doesn't mean it to sting, although she can't help if it still might. "I can't promise everyone will stay here with you when the world changes." Because she's building something regardless, and opportunities will come and go. Sometimes paradise just ain't what people are really lookin' for.
Her eyes fall to the haunting shape of the man ( Astaroth ) that sidles up against Flora's other side and her smile falls flat. She knows firsthand how ruinous shadows can be. This one looks more monster than man on the outside, and that's kind of him to make so plain. "Oh, I'd hate to steal anything else from Flora, stay by her side, that's where she needs you. I know my way to the door," she says with the last bit of put on brightness she can muster. This show of force is an excess that's wholly unnecessary, and she makes her departure with the stride of someone grown too used to walking away after placing her trust in people that repeatedly disappoint her. This is clearly over, and just as well, Colt's not interested in a friendship that comes with a leash.
Colt is out!
When the sky turns grey, you should see her face She finds beauty in broken when nobody else can see Maybe I got a shot of her seeing something in me
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
Where Soh had been prepared to simply enjoy the party, it seemed that that was not to be. Trouble was brewing, and it didn't take long for the vibe of the party to shift into something that had Soh's gaze falling on Flora and Colt. Tensing - because she could guess what this was about - she considered keeping to the shadows, letting them work out whatever was going on without her interference. But that would be cowardly, so she took a large swig of her Blue Torcher and walked over towards her friends.
Just in time to hear Colt's accusation: So your best friend's just a liar, then?
Soh stopped in her tracks, her grip on her drink tightening, something shocked and hurt appearing on her face. But before she could refute this statement, Colt was off on a rampage, and then she was leaving - which, given the situation, was probably for the best, but still felt like a slap in the face.
Tears prickled at the back of Soh's eyes as she looked to Flora - Flora, who had been here for her in every sense for longer than Soh could remember; Flora, with whom she might argue but could never stay angry at; Flora, who she knew without a doubt would have been defending her against Colt's unjust fury. She had thought that Colt was her friend, but Flora? Flora was everything.
As Colt stormed towards the door, Soh suddenly felt overwhelmed. The party was too much, too loud, too big, and she left Flora with one last confused, wounded, desperate look to slip out a different door into the quieter hall beyond, where she could gather her emotions and, hopefully, not ruin Flora's night.
I was enchanted to meet you
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Sohalia.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
“Oooh, thank you,” she preened as Iskra handed off the Twisted Tide, quite content to sip at it as the flavors hit her. The notion of going bigger suited her just fine, and she granted a Cheshire grin to the Abandoned at his wondrous suggestion, imagine going wild just before Sunjata deflated the entire balloon.
She blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes in response – already musing on how many would actually attend, and the numbers and names probably weren’t as staggering as before…but everyone hit a rough patch. Besides, she probably could just fill the whole brothel with glitter, confetti, and some other stupid shit for any occasion. “What do you celebrate then?” she lofted instead, and might’ve pried more, had there not been chaos nearby.
Drawn to it like a moth to a flame, her eyes went wide, watching back and forth between a myriad of movement and people – from Flora, to Mateo, to Asta, to Danta, and back around to Colt, something going on as others began exiting. Even Sohalia, with some awkward departure. “Drama! What’s that all about?” gesturing wildly with her drink towards the maneuvering crowd.
Flora doesn’t so much as flinch when Colt turns the blade toward Sohalia, her lips curving instead into something quietly, unmistakably smug, because of course she’s already been there, already asked the question, already picked apart that moment with the kind of precision Colt seems to think she’s only just discovered. She knows exactly why Sohalia had said maybe, knows the shape of that instinct to soften a refusal rather than risk hurting someone outright, and while it isn’t Flora’s way—never has been, never will be—it isn’t foreign to her either. Sohalia bends where Flora cuts, and there’s something almost fond in the way Flora lets that settle in her chest, a silent, satisfied little note that Colt thinks she’s uncovered something clever when really she’s only stumbled into territory Flora has already mapped and claimed for herself.
She might have let it end there, might have let Colt walk away with her version of things intact, because Flora doesn’t actually need the last word to know she’s right, but then her mother’s name drops into the conversation like it belongs there, casual and uninvited, and the remark toward Asta follows close behind, and something in Flora shifts just enough to matter. The laugh that slips from her is soft and bitter and far too amused for the moment, her gaze flicking after Colt as she turns away, already halfway to the door like she’s done something worth walking off from. Flora doesn’t raise her voice, doesn’t need to, her tone carrying easily through the space between them, bright and lilting and laced with something sharper underneath as she calls, "I can’t wait to see you at one of the leaders’ meetings!" There’s a pause, just long enough to make it feel intentional, before she adds with sparkling, exaggerated encouragement, "You’re doing super at political relations already."
Only then does her attention snag somewhere else entirely, the thread of her focus catching on Sohalia just in time to see the shine in her eyes, the hurt there, the way she turns and disappears before Flora can so much as reach for her, and the shift is immediate, irritation flaring hotter and sharper now that it has somewhere real to land. "Oh, for—" she exhales under her breath, the words cutting off into a quiet groan as she squeezes Mateo ’s side before tipping her chin up toward Astaroth with a quick, bright smile that feels like gratitude wrapped in momentum. "I love you both and you’re perfect, brb," she tosses out in one breath, already pulling away, already moving.
The sequins of her dress catch and scatter light as she slips through the crowd with purpose, all fluid motion and barely-contained urgency, following the path Sohalia took without hesitation, the party blurring at the edges behind her as she pushes into the quieter hall beyond, drawn not by the argument anymore but by the person it’s left in its wake.
Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
The animated way Kaisel is speaking to Nikandr and the dizzying antics of his thoughts to make peace with the fact that he might have just had a vision of Niki’s impending doom have thoroughly derailed all intents to party. The drinks are helping realign him, but he leaves the necromancer’s side to keep the Niki Flora breakaway timeline intactgo get something to help. Kaisel vanishes from the main party floor for a time.
When he returns, arms laden with a fresh drink and a bundle of sage, although it’s to Niki he means to return to, his eyes gradually turn to find her. It’s an unconscious act whenever they’re in a shared space, stealing glances like he might be able to sneak moments away with just her, without her even knowing. Especially this day, when he expects she should be so wrapped in affection that she wouldn’t even need to walk, she could just float like a little golden cloud through the room.
That isn’t the sight he sees when he finds her. Instead, there’s a sharpness to the conversation she’s steeped in, and two different blondes hurry off in opposite directions. Astaroth ‘s shadow puppets look a little too long for comfort, and Mateo wears the face of someone who has tried to hold together something moving too quick. Sohalia slinks away, and Kaisel’s mouth pops open in a quiet wonder of what’d I miss as Flora pursues her.
Pressing his lips into a thin line of disapproval for the current state of things, he fills the space where Flora had just been, tilting his goods into one arm, (at the loss of half his drink, regrettably), to fire off a question on their parchment. Although he doesn’t suspect she’s got much time to listen to it, so he instead asks Mateo and Astaroth both, ”the hell just happened?” as he pockets the paper back in his shorts.
Kaisel is standing w/ Mateo and Astaroth
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
