Way too blessed to be stressed
A group of Dragoons from Stormbreak pass by them, and Kaisel flags them down. "Hey!" He says, calling them over, faces familiar behind skimpy masks and half-assed cloaks. "Hey, Sohalia is drunk, can you guys watch over her while I find water?" he asks them, leaving her in their capable, if confused hands while he breaks off towards the main line of the party for the first time tonight.
That's when Melita suddenly appears next to him, her voice like a lightning strike that's just missed him but has set the tree nearby on fire. He jumps, hand rising to his thumping heart with a laugh when he realizes who it is. "Fuck's sake Mel," he breaths shakily. "You're highkey terrifying, you know?" Her idea is an interesting sounding one though, so he holds out his hand, accepting her offering of sponges. "Yeah, alright! I just gotta grab some water first." He puts them in his pocket, unaware that not long after half of them would be swiped by Ludo.
So he continues on, leaving Mel to her pranks, or to follow him, as he threads his way through the crowd on a mission for hydration. At least, until one of the Dragoons, Gregory, trots up to him, telling him the water wasn't needed. All was well, according to dear ol' Greg, which is...deeply confusing. "Wha?" Kaisel asks, but Greg is insistent, and just shakes his head, shrugs, and walks back to his friends.
Scratching beneath his chin, at a complete loss for the fuck is happening, lately (maybe this is all just a really vivid dream?), Kaisel continues towards the drink table. Maybe he just needs to get on Soh's level or something. A glimmer of gold nearby catches his eye though, and he turns, half hopeful it'd be Flora's hair catching the lantern light.
This particular brand of amber belongs to Calypso though, equally unmistakable as she shines amid the dark. He sprinkles on a smile to keep back anything else that might try to break through, because friends don't get sad about seeing each other looking lovely at a party. "Hi," he says with a false lightness as he sidles up beside her and Colt. "I believe this counts as the first week, so you owe me one thing."
That's when Melita suddenly appears next to him, her voice like a lightning strike that's just missed him but has set the tree nearby on fire. He jumps, hand rising to his thumping heart with a laugh when he realizes who it is. "Fuck's sake Mel," he breaths shakily. "You're highkey terrifying, you know?" Her idea is an interesting sounding one though, so he holds out his hand, accepting her offering of sponges. "Yeah, alright! I just gotta grab some water first." He puts them in his pocket, unaware that not long after half of them would be swiped by Ludo.
So he continues on, leaving Mel to her pranks, or to follow him, as he threads his way through the crowd on a mission for hydration. At least, until one of the Dragoons, Gregory, trots up to him, telling him the water wasn't needed. All was well, according to dear ol' Greg, which is...deeply confusing. "Wha?" Kaisel asks, but Greg is insistent, and just shakes his head, shrugs, and walks back to his friends.
Scratching beneath his chin, at a complete loss for the fuck is happening, lately (maybe this is all just a really vivid dream?), Kaisel continues towards the drink table. Maybe he just needs to get on Soh's level or something. A glimmer of gold nearby catches his eye though, and he turns, half hopeful it'd be Flora's hair catching the lantern light.
This particular brand of amber belongs to Calypso though, equally unmistakable as she shines amid the dark. He sprinkles on a smile to keep back anything else that might try to break through, because friends don't get sad about seeing each other looking lovely at a party. "Hi," he says with a false lightness as he sidles up beside her and Colt. "I believe this counts as the first week, so you owe me one thing."
Kaisel
Enjoy the life, it's a great day to be alive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
