Kaisel
Her compass makes snap decisions about travel rather easy. He is away, but her tools have made it easier to not feel quite so much like he's on an island in the sky. He can slip away, or in this case, inform his folks that he in fact, will be fucking off back to his home for a bit—a pointed note in there that it's no longer their home or city that keeps that title for him.
Well, technically this is Flora's home. They all are, really, but when it comes to interpreting Florish, "I'm okay" means she's not actually okay, and therefore, tu casa es mi casa.
He hasn't actually been given a key here though, soooooo maybe tu casa es tu casa in this case. "FLOOOOOOOOORRRUH!" He calls out while pounding at the door, worry adding volume and urgency.
Fire?
Well, technically this is Flora's home. They all are, really, but when it comes to interpreting Florish, "I'm okay" means she's not actually okay, and therefore, tu casa es mi casa.
He hasn't actually been given a key here though, soooooo maybe tu casa es tu casa in this case. "FLOOOOOOOOORRRUH!" He calls out while pounding at the door, worry adding volume and urgency.
Fire?
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
