Honey wherever you go, I know
Torchline's market has always been alive in a way that isn't quite comparable to any other one he's been to. Haulani is a riot of color and activity on any given day, a natural destination for trade of many sorts, laughter just one of many exchanged goods. It's something more than the natural bustle, a type he's known in other locations, if just on a smaller scale. It has more to do with the way this place is consistently colored with a tint of Flora's gold to everything, which has less to do with her monarchial oversight here than all the memories she's had a hand in creating and left gilded in him. He'd not bothered much with this region until her after all, the sand still a nuisance, the sharks still a concern, but everything else has started tipping the scales further into appreciation and affection for the sun soaked city.
He moves through the tide of people with a fresh eye for everything, taking in the sights of what would be his new home. All the while he's searching for the designated stall where Flora had said to meet her, trying to hold back the nervous swell that's roiling in his gut at the idea of seeing her again. He wants to, of course, but after everything he isn't exactly sure how to be around her any more, the usual patterns disrupted in a way they've never had to overcome before. The parchment at least brought some normalcy, and it's surprisingly easy to feel closer to her with it, her voice rolling off the page with all the expressions behind them there in his mind. This isn't pen and paper today though, and while he knows it's helped bridge some of the gap, it can't shield every potential mistake he'll make today.
Adjusting his pack over his shoulders, the keychain swinging extra wildly with the movement, Kaisel finally spots the glimmer of worked glass. He brightens a touch, less steady steps becoming more sure, though the finger trap he's been fiddling with tugs tighter against his held fingers as the nervousness wriggles through his hands. Scrunching his fingers together and apart to flex the woven toy, he drifts around the wares, waiting for her to arrive.
He moves through the tide of people with a fresh eye for everything, taking in the sights of what would be his new home. All the while he's searching for the designated stall where Flora had said to meet her, trying to hold back the nervous swell that's roiling in his gut at the idea of seeing her again. He wants to, of course, but after everything he isn't exactly sure how to be around her any more, the usual patterns disrupted in a way they've never had to overcome before. The parchment at least brought some normalcy, and it's surprisingly easy to feel closer to her with it, her voice rolling off the page with all the expressions behind them there in his mind. This isn't pen and paper today though, and while he knows it's helped bridge some of the gap, it can't shield every potential mistake he'll make today.
Adjusting his pack over his shoulders, the keychain swinging extra wildly with the movement, Kaisel finally spots the glimmer of worked glass. He brightens a touch, less steady steps becoming more sure, though the finger trap he's been fiddling with tugs tighter against his held fingers as the nervousness wriggles through his hands. Scrunching his fingers together and apart to flex the woven toy, he drifts around the wares, waiting for her to arrive.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
