// Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars //
Kaisel steps off the skyship with a sigh, marching to his fate with all the enthusiasm of a dog that's aware this is very much the veterinary clinic and not the park. Koa, his parents, and every commander of the Dragoons had already given him a stern talking to (I'm not mad I'm just disappointed included), so to hear it, yet again, from her feels a bit like he's been strapped to a chair and forced to listen to the same song on repeat until he cracks and fesses up to where the toy he stole seven years ago is hidden. If he holds out though, at least this time there'll be gummy worms.
Although, truth be told, he's maybe the most scared of her.
Koa is scary in his own right, all sourpuss and protocol. His parents are just emotional and never know when to put it to bed, so it drags on for days. Flora though? She might actually kill him. Just to be safe, he glances skyward as he makes his way down the dock, on the hunt for a divebombing Spice assault that would indicate the Doubletake is nearby, commanding like some deranged officer. There's also the tell-tale signs of her stained glass sales that practically scream for attention, and he pulls his shades down lower on his nose to better spot the vibrant hues among the other drab fabrics the harbor boasts.
He adjusts his pack on his shoulders, restless to be done with the lecture. He pauses to lean on a railing, his alligator-patterned button-up shirt flapping open over his white tank-top. His hot-pink swim trunks reflect blindingly against the water back up at him, so he shifts to set his back to the railing, scanning the sky once again for a little white dragon of doom.
Although, truth be told, he's maybe the most scared of her.
Koa is scary in his own right, all sourpuss and protocol. His parents are just emotional and never know when to put it to bed, so it drags on for days. Flora though? She might actually kill him. Just to be safe, he glances skyward as he makes his way down the dock, on the hunt for a divebombing Spice assault that would indicate the Doubletake is nearby, commanding like some deranged officer. There's also the tell-tale signs of her stained glass sales that practically scream for attention, and he pulls his shades down lower on his nose to better spot the vibrant hues among the other drab fabrics the harbor boasts.
He adjusts his pack on his shoulders, restless to be done with the lecture. He pauses to lean on a railing, his alligator-patterned button-up shirt flapping open over his white tank-top. His hot-pink swim trunks reflect blindingly against the water back up at him, so he shifts to set his back to the railing, scanning the sky once again for a little white dragon of doom.
Kaisel
// I could really use a wish right now //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
