Kaisel
Kaisel flashes Remi a thumbs up and an unsteady grin in response to his question, though the uncertainty of his decision making grows, especially when the trees sway and leaves fling off with the intent of a whip. Shit, he'd kinda thought they just had to ride this out (a bit literally in his case), not really hunker down elsewhere. He thought the semi-sentient and large trees might do more of the sheltering, but it seems the wind is relentless wherever you go. As Liam calls for their departure, Kaisel frantically scans around for more weight to add to his pile so that he can get the fuck off it. He's definitely not down to come back and pick up hay one strand at a time.
Deciding against moving the rocks they'd already moved once, he instead rolls off his pile and hurriedly crams it all inside of the crates he'd originally emptied it from. He squints against the wind and the rain as he works, stumbling at one point in his haste to finish and catch up with everyone, though he manages to stay upright with something nearly identical to interpretive dance. He spends most of the walk to the village picking bits of straw out of his clothes. The stalks had an annoying way of weaving through threads of the fabric, just tiny, flexible splinters.
"Whatever you build, better make it curved or tiered. Something to redirect the wind out or up and away, otherwise whatever roof you put on will just get ripped off too," Kaisel advises in an offhanded manner as he settles next to Maea. Stormbreak has seen a breeze or two, after all. He's not really focused on wind design much though when he's got a tiny pizza to smash.
Kaisel eats pizza and suggests building with wind in mind
Deciding against moving the rocks they'd already moved once, he instead rolls off his pile and hurriedly crams it all inside of the crates he'd originally emptied it from. He squints against the wind and the rain as he works, stumbling at one point in his haste to finish and catch up with everyone, though he manages to stay upright with something nearly identical to interpretive dance. He spends most of the walk to the village picking bits of straw out of his clothes. The stalks had an annoying way of weaving through threads of the fabric, just tiny, flexible splinters.
"Whatever you build, better make it curved or tiered. Something to redirect the wind out or up and away, otherwise whatever roof you put on will just get ripped off too," Kaisel advises in an offhanded manner as he settles next to Maea. Stormbreak has seen a breeze or two, after all. He's not really focused on wind design much though when he's got a tiny pizza to smash.
Kaisel eats pizza and suggests building with wind in mind
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
