I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
He does consider her query seriously for a moment, the energy of the extension for another ride and proving Flora wrong stuttering away as he thinks on it. "Welllll," he draws out with a mild realization. "I guess I didn't tell her the dragon I rode is a shifted Ancient. Our conversation got a bit sidetracked before I could give her all the details." He supposes, in her shoes, the idea of climbing up the draig to rodeo on a wild dragon does sound rather tall tale, and impossible. "But you should totally still meet her," he declares, "although, her dragon, Spice, might not appreciate it if you're a dragon. She's territorial about things." Typical dragon MO really.
The clarification about Dygra does cause Kaisel's interest in the matter to sharpen a bit. Maybe he should see this god out for once. He's considered visiting Ludo too, although he's heard plenty of stories about how Ludo likes to request some harmful things too, so as much fun as the pranks have always seemed, Kaisel has been less interested in that aspect of the trickster herald. Safrin had honestly been his go to, but that door is one he's going to firmly keep shut for a long time. "Wha—she doesn't do weird sex stuff," he says with a flap of his hand a raspberry of disbelief between his lips, the vibration of which is ticklish even in the short lifespan of the noise. "I mean, sure, I had to draw someone nude, but the other things weren't like that. And this quest is all about blow jobs, nothing sexual there." As if to prove a point, he puffs up his cheeks and blows out, clearly displaying the blow job he's got in mind.
A bright, truly delighted laugh meets her suggestion of windchimes, because by gods she is truly on fire today (literally, HAH). He snaps his fingers, "yes Charlie! Amazing idea, I bet she'd love windchimes." He's less positive about the ability to find them, similar to his glowing and light-up bag idea. Seems they're just ahead of the times. "Maybe just forgo the windchimes completely and get her a musical instrument. Like bag pipes?" It's not meant to be a joke, exactly, but he is grinning at the perfect pairing of the two needs with that.
His arm hangs loose and easy back against her shouders after she dips her head out from under it, which is probably for the best else he might have forgotten her horns and nicked himself on them at some point when needing his hands to animate his words. "One of what guys?" he demands with a bounce of his 'brows, although she swiftly answers and he shakes his head with a scoff. "No—never," he breathes like a scout's vow, serious and equally repulsed by the idea, even if he has entirely upended his entire life for her and is prone to a trail of thoughts that are in the vein of whatever the girl wants she gets. "She is my best friend though," he admits, unable to keep the fond, wistful edge from his voice. "She is so fun, and always up for adventure. You'd love her." Really, is it so bad that he misses her every time she's not around? That doesn't mean she's his personality, right? It just means her personality is that impressive.
He tosses her a sidelong glance at the sing-song of her voice over the word, amusement softening the side eye. "I'll ask her," he promises, the only guarantee she's going to get out of him, even if a Blood Moon Festival does sound like fun, despite still not knowing what it is. Festival is usually a promising enough indicator, but he'd still prefer it be the both of them attending, and he's not about to get roped into something solo just because.
Content that Charlie's agreement to come to the party here will be holdover enough on the topic of who's attending what, he does listen to her explanation of the Blood Moon affair. It's all very vague still, and maybe it's the whole Blood part of the Blood Moon thing, but it sounds like she's intentionally glossing over details. Maybe it's just his imagination running wild with the name, and Dygra's whole shtick, and Ancients in general, but he's getting vampire cult orgy vibes from the entire thing, and that's definitely sounding like some place he shouldn't be without Flora, or at all. "Hmmm," he considers, trying not to dampen the clear thrill running rampant through her, especially if this is her baby. "I suppose that's a nice thing to embrace. Living in the moment and all. Everyone's always telling me to plan ahead more and learn from the past." He sighs, as though it's a great burden for everyone else to not just go with the flow as easily as she seems to.
He stops suddenly at a stall, turning her with him as his arm guides her, his other hand plucking up what has his attention. "What do you think of this?" It's a soft, pale leather that's been dyed teal at the bottom, fading lighter into almost white at the top, seeming to be its original hue. The top of the bag is covered with a flap of leather that hangs down over the front, curled and cut at the bottom so that the flap gives the appearance of a sea shell, and some ridges and lines tooled into the body of the flap accentuate that idea. The flap doesn't have the teal like the main body of the bag, giving it the appearance that the body is the sea, and the flap a shell that's washed onto it, colored more peachy and amber instead. There's a pocket on either side, and it's got a golden chain affixing a leather strap to the bulk of it as the main handle on the top, behind the flap.
The clarification about Dygra does cause Kaisel's interest in the matter to sharpen a bit. Maybe he should see this god out for once. He's considered visiting Ludo too, although he's heard plenty of stories about how Ludo likes to request some harmful things too, so as much fun as the pranks have always seemed, Kaisel has been less interested in that aspect of the trickster herald. Safrin had honestly been his go to, but that door is one he's going to firmly keep shut for a long time. "Wha—she doesn't do weird sex stuff," he says with a flap of his hand a raspberry of disbelief between his lips, the vibration of which is ticklish even in the short lifespan of the noise. "I mean, sure, I had to draw someone nude, but the other things weren't like that. And this quest is all about blow jobs, nothing sexual there." As if to prove a point, he puffs up his cheeks and blows out, clearly displaying the blow job he's got in mind.
A bright, truly delighted laugh meets her suggestion of windchimes, because by gods she is truly on fire today (literally, HAH). He snaps his fingers, "yes Charlie! Amazing idea, I bet she'd love windchimes." He's less positive about the ability to find them, similar to his glowing and light-up bag idea. Seems they're just ahead of the times. "Maybe just forgo the windchimes completely and get her a musical instrument. Like bag pipes?" It's not meant to be a joke, exactly, but he is grinning at the perfect pairing of the two needs with that.
His arm hangs loose and easy back against her shouders after she dips her head out from under it, which is probably for the best else he might have forgotten her horns and nicked himself on them at some point when needing his hands to animate his words. "One of what guys?" he demands with a bounce of his 'brows, although she swiftly answers and he shakes his head with a scoff. "No—never," he breathes like a scout's vow, serious and equally repulsed by the idea, even if he has entirely upended his entire life for her and is prone to a trail of thoughts that are in the vein of whatever the girl wants she gets. "She is my best friend though," he admits, unable to keep the fond, wistful edge from his voice. "She is so fun, and always up for adventure. You'd love her." Really, is it so bad that he misses her every time she's not around? That doesn't mean she's his personality, right? It just means her personality is that impressive.
He tosses her a sidelong glance at the sing-song of her voice over the word, amusement softening the side eye. "I'll ask her," he promises, the only guarantee she's going to get out of him, even if a Blood Moon Festival does sound like fun, despite still not knowing what it is. Festival is usually a promising enough indicator, but he'd still prefer it be the both of them attending, and he's not about to get roped into something solo just because.
Content that Charlie's agreement to come to the party here will be holdover enough on the topic of who's attending what, he does listen to her explanation of the Blood Moon affair. It's all very vague still, and maybe it's the whole Blood part of the Blood Moon thing, but it sounds like she's intentionally glossing over details. Maybe it's just his imagination running wild with the name, and Dygra's whole shtick, and Ancients in general, but he's getting vampire cult orgy vibes from the entire thing, and that's definitely sounding like some place he shouldn't be without Flora, or at all. "Hmmm," he considers, trying not to dampen the clear thrill running rampant through her, especially if this is her baby. "I suppose that's a nice thing to embrace. Living in the moment and all. Everyone's always telling me to plan ahead more and learn from the past." He sighs, as though it's a great burden for everyone else to not just go with the flow as easily as she seems to.
He stops suddenly at a stall, turning her with him as his arm guides her, his other hand plucking up what has his attention. "What do you think of this?" It's a soft, pale leather that's been dyed teal at the bottom, fading lighter into almost white at the top, seeming to be its original hue. The top of the bag is covered with a flap of leather that hangs down over the front, curled and cut at the bottom so that the flap gives the appearance of a sea shell, and some ridges and lines tooled into the body of the flap accentuate that idea. The flap doesn't have the teal like the main body of the bag, giving it the appearance that the body is the sea, and the flap a shell that's washed onto it, colored more peachy and amber instead. There's a pocket on either side, and it's got a golden chain affixing a leather strap to the bulk of it as the main handle on the top, behind the flap.
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
