Got a spark in your heart so strike it
"Close," he grins, eyebrows rising right along with the twig Ronin hoists up effortlessly. "Driftwood Duty," he declares in answer. "Although, I would also have accepted, Debris Drafting, or Dry Docking." Which, now that he's said the last one out loud, he actually wouldn't accept at all and scrunches up part of his face in disagreement, especially when conversation turns to loads. Small enough is helpful though.
Kaisel's eyes turn the way Ronin directs, and he nods, pivoting his wagon in a graceless struggle. "Oh yeah, sure!" Strong or not, all the little bits of wood are still a pain in the ass to gather, requiring time more than anything. "So, I just moved here," he says easily, like it didn't require completely shifting major parts of his life. "I heard there's a week-long rager," case in point, the kindling. "Aside from fires and drinks, anything to prepare for, like kids trying to take out your knees?" If his gaze darts back towards the sea urchins playing, it's not because he's scared of kids.
Kaisel's eyes turn the way Ronin directs, and he nods, pivoting his wagon in a graceless struggle. "Oh yeah, sure!" Strong or not, all the little bits of wood are still a pain in the ass to gather, requiring time more than anything. "So, I just moved here," he says easily, like it didn't require completely shifting major parts of his life. "I heard there's a week-long rager," case in point, the kindling. "Aside from fires and drinks, anything to prepare for, like kids trying to take out your knees?" If his gaze darts back towards the sea urchins playing, it's not because he's scared of kids.
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
