// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He ought to feel the burn of shame for fumbling like a buffoon—after all, it was his duty to protect her. It was part of why he'd insisted he come out here with her, to nature. Although it could be argued their home wasn't very safe anymore either, he knew the wilds had been treacherous as of late, infections cropping up in the plants and animals. It didn’t seem right for her to come here alone to pick flowers—even though she was capable. Sometimes, being alone was all it took for even the strongest to fall. The power of friendship and all that.
Kaisel spat a few more times, then rubbed his tongue along the inside of his shirt. "Tastes like dog water," he grumbled, rising to his feet as the creature drifted over. He offered it a smile, a bit of a softie for the companionhood the little critters people liked to keep. He hoped to get a dragon of his own one day, having been in awe of Pipsqueak since day one. "I'm good!" he called out to her as he finished peeling a leaf from his cheek. "Like I was saying, can't you just grow this plant back home? Save yourself the trouble of coming out here all the time?
Kaisel spat a few more times, then rubbed his tongue along the inside of his shirt. "Tastes like dog water," he grumbled, rising to his feet as the creature drifted over. He offered it a smile, a bit of a softie for the companionhood the little critters people liked to keep. He hoped to get a dragon of his own one day, having been in awe of Pipsqueak since day one. "I'm good!" he called out to her as he finished peeling a leaf from his cheek. "Like I was saying, can't you just grow this plant back home? Save yourself the trouble of coming out here all the time?
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
