Kaisel
Finding Charlie in her place of work is not challenging. She's well known and clearly respected, and everyone eagerly guides him towards her once he asks. He takes his time walking towards the place he's been instructed to, head on a swivel as he glances around at every sweeping archway and carved bit of stone. It's impressive and grand and every footstep echoes impossibly far. It does its job at making him feel rather small and insignificant compared to the goddess this place had been built for. It's a far cry from the Celestine he grew up with, a place wreathed in beauty and balance of all the gods. This place feels...singular and sharp.
Fisting his hands into the front pocket of his burgundy hoodie, an embroidered face of Danta winking back over one upper corner with a feather sticking out from between his teeth and smaller, swooping text beneath simple claiming The Maverick, Kaisel hesitates outside a door. He lifts a hand to knock in short succession, then steps back and leans against the hallway, practicing his apology again. They'd not stayed through her party after all, and he feels rather bad about it. Perhaps making good on his promise to her will help.
Fisting his hands into the front pocket of his burgundy hoodie, an embroidered face of Danta winking back over one upper corner with a feather sticking out from between his teeth and smaller, swooping text beneath simple claiming The Maverick, Kaisel hesitates outside a door. He lifts a hand to knock in short succession, then steps back and leans against the hallway, practicing his apology again. They'd not stayed through her party after all, and he feels rather bad about it. Perhaps making good on his promise to her will help.
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
