Bad bitches like me is hard to come by
”Oh hey, mountain man!” he greets just as brightly to Everest, hand lifting to provide a celebratory slap of palms for familiarity's sake. With the supply of facts about himself, Kaisel’s gaze pitches up in surprise. ”Ah, yeah, Ashborn’s my last name. I guess that’s a little special.” He’s figuring Everest has provided it like a correction, rather than a necessary relay of information for Isla, or himself.
Wholly unbothered by it all though, his smile sweeps in easy at Everest’s joke. ”You heard, eh?” Chuckling faintly, he nods, the answer seeming to be for the both of them as he settles into the flow of the work. Exchanging his tea for an empty bottle from one of the nearby crates, Kaisel dips it into the fountain, waiting until the last bubbles stop before lifting the full container back above water. ”Yeah! I was doing a quest for Frey and one of the times I had to communicate without speaking. I was meditating on a beach and Everest found me,” he explains, applying the lid and setting the full bottle into the open spot he’d taken it from. Reaching for another empty bottle and swinging back to the fountain, he affords a glance towards the aviator before continuing.
”So we chat with some pen and paper. Makes sense because I asked Frey for some two-way parchment, although funny enough, the paper she made for me does talk. Gods and irony, right?” He shrugs, finding that particular task much easier than the last one he’d put off, even if it had led to a friendship with Charlie. In comparison, Everest has never once offered for Kaisel to ride on his back.
Bottles some water
Wholly unbothered by it all though, his smile sweeps in easy at Everest’s joke. ”You heard, eh?” Chuckling faintly, he nods, the answer seeming to be for the both of them as he settles into the flow of the work. Exchanging his tea for an empty bottle from one of the nearby crates, Kaisel dips it into the fountain, waiting until the last bubbles stop before lifting the full container back above water. ”Yeah! I was doing a quest for Frey and one of the times I had to communicate without speaking. I was meditating on a beach and Everest found me,” he explains, applying the lid and setting the full bottle into the open spot he’d taken it from. Reaching for another empty bottle and swinging back to the fountain, he affords a glance towards the aviator before continuing.
”So we chat with some pen and paper. Makes sense because I asked Frey for some two-way parchment, although funny enough, the paper she made for me does talk. Gods and irony, right?” He shrugs, finding that particular task much easier than the last one he’d put off, even if it had led to a friendship with Charlie. In comparison, Everest has never once offered for Kaisel to ride on his back.
Bottles some water
Kai
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
