Departing the sky port with the rest of the Enders, Kaisel takes his time, strolling along unhurried behind them. While normally more than happy to dive into whatever party is afoot, the revelry isn't quite so freeing tonight beneath the weight of so many recent arguments and still hazy (read: the timeline doesn't know wtf happened in important threads yet) outcomes of how to move past them. He's going, he's here, and he can sprinkle on a smile like any other day. Still, he's wandering in thought and feeling as much as he is the woods.
Decked out in very traditional Ludo attire, Kaisel is just in a flowing black cloak that is tattered along the edges, so long almost no part of him is visible except his neck rising from the collar. With the hood pulled over his head, plain pale mask fitted in place, his chin is the only free marker of his identity. His traditional exuberance would otherwise have been a dead give away, but with that tucked away for the moment, he looks very much like any other random party goer here.
He sticks to the edges, where the music hums from tree hollows, and rather accidentally bumps into Sohalia. "Oh, sorry," he mumbles, a hand lifting up in apology and brace should he have knocked her too heavily. The sight of blonde hair has him freezing in his tracks rather suddenly as he bothers to look up, but one glance at the eyes behind the mask and the not-quite sun-spun scatter of curls, he knows this is neither of the women he was hoping to run into at some point tonight. Neither is it Koa, not that he would have mistaken his cousin for this person, but he's added into the mix of chaotic run-ins too.
What he does realize though, after a moment of scrutiny, is that he thinks he does recognize this lady Ludo. "Soh?" he asks, growing more certain. "SOH! Oh my gods, Soh, I'm so glad I ran into you. Have you talked to Flora recently? Something seems totally wrong, she's gone completely mad, won't return any of my notes and refuses to tell me where to find her."
Costume made [SE] En esta casa no existen fantasmas, son puros recuerdos
Decked out in very traditional Ludo attire, Kaisel is just in a flowing black cloak that is tattered along the edges, so long almost no part of him is visible except his neck rising from the collar. With the hood pulled over his head, plain pale mask fitted in place, his chin is the only free marker of his identity. His traditional exuberance would otherwise have been a dead give away, but with that tucked away for the moment, he looks very much like any other random party goer here.
He sticks to the edges, where the music hums from tree hollows, and rather accidentally bumps into Sohalia. "Oh, sorry," he mumbles, a hand lifting up in apology and brace should he have knocked her too heavily. The sight of blonde hair has him freezing in his tracks rather suddenly as he bothers to look up, but one glance at the eyes behind the mask and the not-quite sun-spun scatter of curls, he knows this is neither of the women he was hoping to run into at some point tonight. Neither is it Koa, not that he would have mistaken his cousin for this person, but he's added into the mix of chaotic run-ins too.
What he does realize though, after a moment of scrutiny, is that he thinks he does recognize this lady Ludo. "Soh?" he asks, growing more certain. "SOH! Oh my gods, Soh, I'm so glad I ran into you. Have you talked to Flora recently? Something seems totally wrong, she's gone completely mad, won't return any of my notes and refuses to tell me where to find her."
Costume made [SE] En esta casa no existen fantasmas, son puros recuerdos
Kaisel
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
