Can't touch me, like Gojo—Look good in all my photos
The smile that finds him this time is easier. Zavien has always been someone he's found he gets along along with, just as naturally predisposed to embracing the warmer thermals of life as he is, riding on the highs that can be found instead of sinking into the myriad of lows. The man's shouldering new weights and responsibilities, taking hold of something half-ruined, but he's as chipper as a robin in spring. That the tree he's perched on is withered and struggling with it's single bloom is no reason not to still sing.
"Oh yeah?" Kaisel asks, brightening a bit more at that news. "Do you need more hands? I was talking with Flora and she offered some of Torchline's soldiers to the efforts here." All of them in Stormbreak knew of the long history of alliance between the two regions, which had been helped along in part because of how close the two Queens were, but the change in leadership does not need to be a reason to end the tradition. There are certainly nuances to both offering and accepting the aide of other kingdoms though, and Kaisel does not intend to position himself as anything beyond this brief messenger. "More hands do make lighter work," he finishes, especially well trained and capable hands.
As if proof of his words, Kaisel leans down and begins to gather up some of the debris. He's got an empty potato sack that he pulls out of his pocket and start to stuff the remnants into. The chirp of Sol fluttering overhead draws his gaze up, and with a boyish grin he waves exuberantly after the dragon. "Hey Sol!" he yells back, not sure if his voice carries before the wind does on the companion's wings.
Large portions of cracked wood, maybe once a door, lay in disarray amid stone. Kaisel stoops and grabs the smaller pieces, stuffing them in his sack as he looks over his shoulder to Zavien. "Just trying to help out here as much as I can," he admits steadily. "My folks and Koa are still upset I'm not here, so I figure visiting more often will be helpful, and I want to help. This will still always be home." Which is an idea he's still getting used to, feeling tugged to multiple places when it had only ever been solidly one—this one. It's a strange thing to love something and not be part of it any more. "But, there's this long party in Torchline over Longnight apparently, so I plan to see what that's all about." He grins, turning back to the rubble.
"Oh yeah?" Kaisel asks, brightening a bit more at that news. "Do you need more hands? I was talking with Flora and she offered some of Torchline's soldiers to the efforts here." All of them in Stormbreak knew of the long history of alliance between the two regions, which had been helped along in part because of how close the two Queens were, but the change in leadership does not need to be a reason to end the tradition. There are certainly nuances to both offering and accepting the aide of other kingdoms though, and Kaisel does not intend to position himself as anything beyond this brief messenger. "More hands do make lighter work," he finishes, especially well trained and capable hands.
As if proof of his words, Kaisel leans down and begins to gather up some of the debris. He's got an empty potato sack that he pulls out of his pocket and start to stuff the remnants into. The chirp of Sol fluttering overhead draws his gaze up, and with a boyish grin he waves exuberantly after the dragon. "Hey Sol!" he yells back, not sure if his voice carries before the wind does on the companion's wings.
Large portions of cracked wood, maybe once a door, lay in disarray amid stone. Kaisel stoops and grabs the smaller pieces, stuffing them in his sack as he looks over his shoulder to Zavien. "Just trying to help out here as much as I can," he admits steadily. "My folks and Koa are still upset I'm not here, so I figure visiting more often will be helpful, and I want to help. This will still always be home." Which is an idea he's still getting used to, feeling tugged to multiple places when it had only ever been solidly one—this one. It's a strange thing to love something and not be part of it any more. "But, there's this long party in Torchline over Longnight apparently, so I plan to see what that's all about." He grins, turning back to the rubble.
Kaisel
Sexy jutsu, I feel like Naruto—Fightin' demons in my head like I'm Itadori
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
