Kaisel
A R I S E
"FIVE!?" Kaisel demanded, making the shopkeeper repeat the ludicrous price even though he damn well heard it the first time. He let out a defeated huff, nostrils flaring as he fished in his pocket for the coins. He bunched the coins together and jabbed them into the man's open palm, making the money peck like an angry bird. The shopkeep glowered but still slid the stack of paper forward. Kaisel swiped it up so fast some of the sheets tore, but he didn't give a damn.Kaisel slid into a nearby table, hunching over one of the sheets while stuffing the rest inside his jacket. It was a nice day—the sun warm, the shade just a little too chilly—but his light jacket kept him comfortable whether he sat in the open or under cover. He pulled out the pen he'd brought with him and began to compose a poem. His parents had bade him do so, but they'd been out of paper to use so he'd had to run this damned errand, use his own funds, just to try a hand at limricks for a beast. Kaisel's age had kept him sheltered, but he'd heard the talk through the town, the hushed murmurs between his folks at night when they thought he slept. Kaisel had been watching, listening, and steadily bristling at the threats that had invaded his beloved city; everyone wore tight smiles these days, forcing pleasantries to bite the bile back.
His grip tightened on the pen as his anger flared, ink blotting dark around the first letter.
Vox, vox, he's swift as a fox
Chicken's for dinner, he's a winner
Purple and beige, violet's all the rage
He seems to have it all, since starfall
Run, run, swift as you can
The dragons are in the man
He probably should have stopped before the last two lines, but comprise is always the answer, or so he'd been taught.
Rayo and/or Dew
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
