Kaisel
Flora had charted them back to the Grounds after the desert festival for a supply run of some sort. While he doesn't mind doing chores with her, he left her to the shopping this time so he could set about to seeing more of the city. It seemed like they might be visiting here more often than not, given her friendships here, so it seemed like a wise choice to get the lay of the land and the feel of the people a bit better.
That's when the cry for help rises up as he idly wanders through the town. Dressed for comfort more than work with boots, joggers, and a plain hoodie, grateful the sky is merely cloudy instead of rainy, he nonetheless perks up. Quickening his pace, the massive Tumsea plush barely contained in the zipper folds of his backpack flops around behind him, its head and more than half of its body spilling out.
The roads in this particular section of town are still boasting an excess of mud, the slope of the ground causing the rainwater to collect and puddle here, the issue repeating with every time the sky opens up and the general lack of sunshine to help it out naturally. "Hey!" Kaisel calls out to them, which is a family who's wagon train has gotten entrenched in the mud. "Ah shit, you guys are really stuck, huh?" Which is apparent by the mud-drenched legs of them all as they heave and ho and try to dig the wheels out. "I know someone who might be able to help," he offers, willing to jump in and help them, but wondering if he could really provide the tipping point they need another way. "Hey Mr. Flood Sir, think you can wash their wagons out of the muck?" he says as he reaches out to channel Sunjata, figuring water when put to good use could be helpful at least to the wagon, if not the road.
That's when the cry for help rises up as he idly wanders through the town. Dressed for comfort more than work with boots, joggers, and a plain hoodie, grateful the sky is merely cloudy instead of rainy, he nonetheless perks up. Quickening his pace, the massive Tumsea plush barely contained in the zipper folds of his backpack flops around behind him, its head and more than half of its body spilling out.
The roads in this particular section of town are still boasting an excess of mud, the slope of the ground causing the rainwater to collect and puddle here, the issue repeating with every time the sky opens up and the general lack of sunshine to help it out naturally. "Hey!" Kaisel calls out to them, which is a family who's wagon train has gotten entrenched in the mud. "Ah shit, you guys are really stuck, huh?" Which is apparent by the mud-drenched legs of them all as they heave and ho and try to dig the wheels out. "I know someone who might be able to help," he offers, willing to jump in and help them, but wondering if he could really provide the tipping point they need another way. "Hey Mr. Flood Sir, think you can wash their wagons out of the muck?" he says as he reaches out to channel Sunjata, figuring water when put to good use could be helpful at least to the wagon, if not the road.
There's darkness in the distance
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
I'm beggin' for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
