// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
He used to avoid sky ships altogether, happily grounded in Stormbreak, as weird as that idea is. Now he's been on so many in the past week he feels like he could safely captain one. It's not a good place to be, sailing slowly through the air, when you need something to do to keep from losing your mind. That's what it feels like is happening to him anyway as he anxiously bounces a leg against his seat, nervously smiling back at the annoyed glances he earns from other passengers, one of which is sitting beside him and huffs loudly as she leans further away from him. "So anyway, that's why I have to make sure it goes off perfectly," he tells the old man across from him, who is clearly only listening to be polite, and is not at all invested in Kaisel's romantic babbling. "What do you think?" he asks as he leans forward and crosses his hands beneath his chin, staring intently at the old man. The stranger just shrugs, lifting his hand to display a bare ring finger—no help there, either. Kaisel sighs and slouches back against his seat, pulling his hood over his hair and playing with the drawstrings for the remainder of the flight.
He steps off the ship and onto the port with a deep inhale of the crisp, cool air. The smell of wood smoke is strong and pleasant, and the late morning of the day is brilliantly blue and cloudless. His sweatshirt strings are lopsided and at this point, hopelessly tangled with each other from all his fidgeting. He shoves his hands into his pockets, giving a cursory glance to the people here, unsure if he'd arrive before Caly, but it looks like he has. He'd come up with some half-formed plan after all his incessant begging on the ship, which only proved to him no one's got a fucking clue, which fills him with a weird mixture of hopelessness and relief. He slips into the crowd, breaking for a vendor shouting about delicious treats. After some deliberation he settles on a kabob of chili-dusted cherries soaked in rum and one with vodka brined strawberries drizzled with chocolate.
Doing his very best not to eat them yet, he heads back to the main entrance of the port and hops up on a railing, legs dangling freely as he just nibbles the corner of one of the strawberries while he waits.
He steps off the ship and onto the port with a deep inhale of the crisp, cool air. The smell of wood smoke is strong and pleasant, and the late morning of the day is brilliantly blue and cloudless. His sweatshirt strings are lopsided and at this point, hopelessly tangled with each other from all his fidgeting. He shoves his hands into his pockets, giving a cursory glance to the people here, unsure if he'd arrive before Caly, but it looks like he has. He'd come up with some half-formed plan after all his incessant begging on the ship, which only proved to him no one's got a fucking clue, which fills him with a weird mixture of hopelessness and relief. He slips into the crowd, breaking for a vendor shouting about delicious treats. After some deliberation he settles on a kabob of chili-dusted cherries soaked in rum and one with vodka brined strawberries drizzled with chocolate.
Doing his very best not to eat them yet, he heads back to the main entrance of the port and hops up on a railing, legs dangling freely as he just nibbles the corner of one of the strawberries while he waits.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
