// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
The girl is not immediately open to the offer, stranger danger and all, but when the older siblings pause and draw near, sweet ol' bubbles comes in too. The elders mostly just want to see if they already know the secret (they do), and since that knowledge was so two years ago they roll their eyes and flutter off back to ballwork. The youngest one remains though, skeptical, but offering the soapy wand. Kaisel explains the importance of blowing consistently and firmly, not so hard that the tension of the shimmering veil stretched between the arch of the wand bursts, but enough that it flutters into shape. The perfect blow job is all about finding that spot between too much and too little and then holding it until something spectacular occurs. He demonstrates for her, exhaling steadily into the bubble wand, his breath alone sending out a flurry of iridescent spheres that womble through the air before popping at various intervals.
He'd have coached her longer, ensured she had the practice to produce it, but Mateo's arrival will require her to take his teachings to heart. Turning towards the botanist mid-blow, Kaisel's slick wand erupts in a stream, bubbles scattering everywhere. His smile blooms quickly behind the shimmering storm, and he quickly relinquishes the toy back to the girl with a call for good luck. She runs off back to her siblings, who have continued on.
"Mateo!" he beams, rising into a tall and bendy overhead stretch after all his gargoyling in front of the shop while he waited. "No trouble," he assures with a huff of a laugh. "I'm having something made for Flora, and a friend suggested that I add a personal touch to it, like a charm. I thought perhaps I could find her favorite flower and preserve it in glass, make it a small keychain of sorts." His features have risen in hopeful expectation that this sounds even in the realm of possible to Mateo, not that he needs the man's talents at glasswork. There's a vendor further down who could manage it.
"Or maybe I should go with a rose, since it's the symbol of love?" His thinking is an audible hum as he pinches his chin in consideration. "Perhaps a unique or rare flower?" He's whittled down her favorites based on the floral scents she always has on hand, but maybe those aren't her completely favorite flower, just the ones she likes the smell of the most. He certainly doesn't need to consider aroma for this project.
He'd have coached her longer, ensured she had the practice to produce it, but Mateo's arrival will require her to take his teachings to heart. Turning towards the botanist mid-blow, Kaisel's slick wand erupts in a stream, bubbles scattering everywhere. His smile blooms quickly behind the shimmering storm, and he quickly relinquishes the toy back to the girl with a call for good luck. She runs off back to her siblings, who have continued on.
"Mateo!" he beams, rising into a tall and bendy overhead stretch after all his gargoyling in front of the shop while he waited. "No trouble," he assures with a huff of a laugh. "I'm having something made for Flora, and a friend suggested that I add a personal touch to it, like a charm. I thought perhaps I could find her favorite flower and preserve it in glass, make it a small keychain of sorts." His features have risen in hopeful expectation that this sounds even in the realm of possible to Mateo, not that he needs the man's talents at glasswork. There's a vendor further down who could manage it.
"Or maybe I should go with a rose, since it's the symbol of love?" His thinking is an audible hum as he pinches his chin in consideration. "Perhaps a unique or rare flower?" He's whittled down her favorites based on the floral scents she always has on hand, but maybe those aren't her completely favorite flower, just the ones she likes the smell of the most. He certainly doesn't need to consider aroma for this project.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
