I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
"Pockets!" he announces with a thrill like she's just said the most brilliant thing imaginable. "Charlie, you're a genius. Yes, yes, pockets." The thought trails off into a hum, one of his hands curling around his chin in serious consideration of this cargo-style purse. Her other ideas are just as fantastic, although he grabs onto the train of thought and excitedly adds, "oh, oh, even better, what if it glows in the dark, or lights up when you open it? Could double as a flashlight," he reasons, plus everything is better when it glows. Gold is already shiny, so this just seems like the clear next step in that evolution. "See, this is why I needed you," he tells her with a fond crinkle to his features, as if there was ever any reason to doubt her company.
"There was a shiny bag back there," he tells her with a glance over his shoulder. "It was full of jewels, looked like an orange. No pockets though." So, maybe still not a winner. Coaxing the long fibers through his fingers with an evaluation that finds them lacking even as Charlie equally steers them away from the option. "Oh, true. Good point," he nods solemnly, shifting as their steps carry them onward. His hair does sometimes get long enough between cuts where skyship travel does become annoying, he can't imagine the mess the bag would become. "Yeah," he clarifies to her earlier bewilderment, glancing across at her with a bold grin that glitters with affection. "This bag is part of a quest for Frey. A different quest from last time I saw you," he laughs. "That one actually ended really well, so thanks for all your help. In fact, I should definitely buy you something while we're out as proper thanks" To that note, he'll need to start paying attention to what might draw her eye, things that aren't shaggy bags.
"Sooo, the bag is gonna be enchanted to have wind inside that wooshes out when you open it." Skyship sailer, hairdryer, summer heat cooler-offer, you know, the usual magic bag shit. "Maybe leather with some pretty tooling?" he wonders then, realizing it might get wet aboard her ship. His head cranes to properly assess the stall they walk past, deciding not to twist them towards the display of knitted satchels. The wind would constantly escape through all the little holes.
Her excitement draws his attention back, 'brows rising at the name she trumpets out. "Wha-what is a blood moon festival?" he's picturing a red moon, but not the actual one in the sky, maybe some ruby version they dance around. "Is it during Longnight? Because we got a week-long bonfire party here for that, and I gotta help patrol it to make sure no one gets into too many fights." He'll be partaking too, but since Ronin offered, and because it feels like what the soldiers would all be doing anyway in various shifts, he knows he'll have to put in some work too. "It's also hard for her to leave right now, since she's the queen and doesn't have a co-ruler anymore."
"There was a shiny bag back there," he tells her with a glance over his shoulder. "It was full of jewels, looked like an orange. No pockets though." So, maybe still not a winner. Coaxing the long fibers through his fingers with an evaluation that finds them lacking even as Charlie equally steers them away from the option. "Oh, true. Good point," he nods solemnly, shifting as their steps carry them onward. His hair does sometimes get long enough between cuts where skyship travel does become annoying, he can't imagine the mess the bag would become. "Yeah," he clarifies to her earlier bewilderment, glancing across at her with a bold grin that glitters with affection. "This bag is part of a quest for Frey. A different quest from last time I saw you," he laughs. "That one actually ended really well, so thanks for all your help. In fact, I should definitely buy you something while we're out as proper thanks" To that note, he'll need to start paying attention to what might draw her eye, things that aren't shaggy bags.
"Sooo, the bag is gonna be enchanted to have wind inside that wooshes out when you open it." Skyship sailer, hairdryer, summer heat cooler-offer, you know, the usual magic bag shit. "Maybe leather with some pretty tooling?" he wonders then, realizing it might get wet aboard her ship. His head cranes to properly assess the stall they walk past, deciding not to twist them towards the display of knitted satchels. The wind would constantly escape through all the little holes.
Her excitement draws his attention back, 'brows rising at the name she trumpets out. "Wha-what is a blood moon festival?" he's picturing a red moon, but not the actual one in the sky, maybe some ruby version they dance around. "Is it during Longnight? Because we got a week-long bonfire party here for that, and I gotta help patrol it to make sure no one gets into too many fights." He'll be partaking too, but since Ronin offered, and because it feels like what the soldiers would all be doing anyway in various shifts, he knows he'll have to put in some work too. "It's also hard for her to leave right now, since she's the queen and doesn't have a co-ruler anymore."
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
