I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
Only slowing when he's sure no 'brows and whatever gang of goons he might have as acquaintances is out of sight and therefore not about to make Charlie start a bonfire, Kaisel relinquishes her hand, settling into an easy stroll beside her as they flow through the market. He glances her way with an apologetic laugh at the quip about his memory, a half-hearted shrug his only excuse, memory specifically choosing not to recall the naked sprawl of her objectionably attractive form. "Lots of things," he informs her, looking from stall to stall as they walk before turning his gaze down at the bright features of her face. The eager look there rekindles a broad smile. He might not know her well, but they had accomplished a lot in one night, and she is a friend he can easily find himself cherishing for all their similarities.
"She's very fashionable, especially for things like feathers and sequins and, bold. She likes to stand out." He considers for a moment, head tilting up with the thought. "Or rather, I think she's just brave enough to do what she wants, no matter what. Including how she dresses." She's always been able to stand in the spotlight, but he rather thinks the circle seeks her out instead of the other way around. "She wears all manner of jewelry, all the time. She goes for gold over silver usually." She probably has the entire span of precious metals and gem stones by this point, but gold does suit her rather well. "She likes flowers," he says softer, starting to drift into memory and fond thought. "Plants, in general. Her house is full of them, although her brother's a botanist so part of it might be not wanting to disappoint him." His lips quirk up at the thought, well aware of the desire not to do anything to upset Mateo when it comes to his babies. "She's a collector—keeps all manner of little trinkets. Can't seem to let an inch of her house stay bare..." He's still convinced part of it is from her yoinking anything that tickled her fancy while helping smuggle goods. The more time he's been spending with her though, the more he's begun to think the chaos of her clutter is an attempt to fill all the holes in her life as much as possible, like maybe full shelves could be a barricade against loneliness. Maybe.
He shakes his head, blinking the present back into focus. "Do you think it could be both?" he wonders, circling back to her other question. "It's for holding wind, so she'll mostly have it on her skyship, but it should be pretty too." He stops suddenly, motioning with his head towards a stall that's got long-haired bags. Made from shearing alpacas, apparently. "You think having to comb your purse would be annoying?" he asks, only half serious, because if he had it his way he'd just get her a backpack similar to his. He hasn't given other bags much thought.
"Anyway," he says a touch brighter, less distracted with wondering what Flora would actually likes, as he glances back towards her. "How've you been? Have any more drawing features since last I saw you?"
"She's very fashionable, especially for things like feathers and sequins and, bold. She likes to stand out." He considers for a moment, head tilting up with the thought. "Or rather, I think she's just brave enough to do what she wants, no matter what. Including how she dresses." She's always been able to stand in the spotlight, but he rather thinks the circle seeks her out instead of the other way around. "She wears all manner of jewelry, all the time. She goes for gold over silver usually." She probably has the entire span of precious metals and gem stones by this point, but gold does suit her rather well. "She likes flowers," he says softer, starting to drift into memory and fond thought. "Plants, in general. Her house is full of them, although her brother's a botanist so part of it might be not wanting to disappoint him." His lips quirk up at the thought, well aware of the desire not to do anything to upset Mateo when it comes to his babies. "She's a collector—keeps all manner of little trinkets. Can't seem to let an inch of her house stay bare..." He's still convinced part of it is from her yoinking anything that tickled her fancy while helping smuggle goods. The more time he's been spending with her though, the more he's begun to think the chaos of her clutter is an attempt to fill all the holes in her life as much as possible, like maybe full shelves could be a barricade against loneliness. Maybe.
He shakes his head, blinking the present back into focus. "Do you think it could be both?" he wonders, circling back to her other question. "It's for holding wind, so she'll mostly have it on her skyship, but it should be pretty too." He stops suddenly, motioning with his head towards a stall that's got long-haired bags. Made from shearing alpacas, apparently. "You think having to comb your purse would be annoying?" he asks, only half serious, because if he had it his way he'd just get her a backpack similar to his. He hasn't given other bags much thought.
"Anyway," he says a touch brighter, less distracted with wondering what Flora would actually likes, as he glances back towards her. "How've you been? Have any more drawing features since last I saw you?"
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
