I'm like a titan that's risin'
It feels a bit like a dream, admittedly—falling asleep in one place and waking in another, teleportation of some type. The notion is not helped along when the place is this, fields sprinkled with flowers as far as the eye can see, and Flora at its core. She claims the Greatwood is her home, but it rather seems like it would be here that she'd come to life.
There's the faintest smirk that sparkles up into his eyes at her confusion, immensely satisfied at one of his very few accomplished sneaks, and that it'd be with her. He's long since lost score of all the times she's beat him, and not that he's been without his own sweet victories, but with all their games on and off boards, she's most definitely ahead. It's habit, more than anything, sliding back into the idea that this is something simple and easy like before. "Fell asleep waiting for you on the Sugar Tide," he says with a tip of his head back towards the ship and a breath of a laugh.
It's not quite all there, the ease. He stopped the backward pull before it got all the way, because those letters are still brushing against his skin, and her question has something in it he's normally only heard a shadow of before. Distantly he marks the moving alpina, but he's too focused on the girl. "You look good." Maybe it's because last he'd seen her she'd still been shaken up from the Family, but he means it in the simplest way. She'd said she'd been pretty shit, so he'd expected to find her a bit more than just bare-faced and wind-tossed. "I was worr—" all the air suddenly leaves him as the alpina, which had been idly standing nearby like a fixture of the fields, suddenly charges deadass into his side. He has enough reflex to grab for its horns with his hands, but the brunt of its forehead connects and shoves him.
There's the faintest smirk that sparkles up into his eyes at her confusion, immensely satisfied at one of his very few accomplished sneaks, and that it'd be with her. He's long since lost score of all the times she's beat him, and not that he's been without his own sweet victories, but with all their games on and off boards, she's most definitely ahead. It's habit, more than anything, sliding back into the idea that this is something simple and easy like before. "Fell asleep waiting for you on the Sugar Tide," he says with a tip of his head back towards the ship and a breath of a laugh.
It's not quite all there, the ease. He stopped the backward pull before it got all the way, because those letters are still brushing against his skin, and her question has something in it he's normally only heard a shadow of before. Distantly he marks the moving alpina, but he's too focused on the girl. "You look good." Maybe it's because last he'd seen her she'd still been shaken up from the Family, but he means it in the simplest way. She'd said she'd been pretty shit, so he'd expected to find her a bit more than just bare-faced and wind-tossed. "I was worr—" all the air suddenly leaves him as the alpina, which had been idly standing nearby like a fixture of the fields, suddenly charges deadass into his side. He has enough reflex to grab for its horns with his hands, but the brunt of its forehead connects and shoves him.
Kaisel
Show you the harder the battle, the harder I fight
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
