Kaisel
Oh, it made his day too, and he's absolutely going to tell Flora about it the moment he sees her. Guess what!? Ronin ate shit, and there wasn't even stairs this time! Or some variant of that, definitely leading into the much less exciting explanation of how Ronin then became a huge help for their endeavors and managed to shrug off mud and water with all the ease of a toad and none of the theft of one.
He tilts his head through the wheels of the wagon to glanc over at Ronin between the spokes, panting over some of the efforts of the shoveling that thus far feel a touch pointless. Maybe it's helping, but it's so damn hard to see, and it feels like all the clarity that Sunjata delivered has already become, you guessed it, muddy again. "If you think we should risk it," Kaisel says with a clear hesitation. "Maaaaybe you phoenix the ground ahead of the wagon, and we shove this forward onto dry enough patch and we'll finally have it freed? Just need something a little solid to put under the wheels for traction..."
Which, as it turns out, one of the family members spies his giant Tumsea plush on his back and seizes that with all the ownership of someone's trapped frustration and fear. Teddy the Tumsea is yoinked with only the whisper of fabric across the back of his head and the sharp cry of a zipper. Kaisel's gaze shifts just in time to see the valiant efforts of his well-won prize laid out beneath the front wheel. "TEDDY!" Kaisel cries out with all the drama of watching a friend sacrifice himself (voluntold, in this case), mouth agape as the man repeatedly stuffs the head down in the ground, each shove causing the embroidered eyes to fold into its head further, mud clinging to the edges. Too late now, the muck already earned, Kaisel bows his head in defeat and rises up with all the grave solemnity of someone set to carry on the mission because of the losses.
Tossing the shovel to the side, Kaisel prepares at the back of the wagon along with the family to shove on Ronin's mark.
He tilts his head through the wheels of the wagon to glanc over at Ronin between the spokes, panting over some of the efforts of the shoveling that thus far feel a touch pointless. Maybe it's helping, but it's so damn hard to see, and it feels like all the clarity that Sunjata delivered has already become, you guessed it, muddy again. "If you think we should risk it," Kaisel says with a clear hesitation. "Maaaaybe you phoenix the ground ahead of the wagon, and we shove this forward onto dry enough patch and we'll finally have it freed? Just need something a little solid to put under the wheels for traction..."
Which, as it turns out, one of the family members spies his giant Tumsea plush on his back and seizes that with all the ownership of someone's trapped frustration and fear. Teddy the Tumsea is yoinked with only the whisper of fabric across the back of his head and the sharp cry of a zipper. Kaisel's gaze shifts just in time to see the valiant efforts of his well-won prize laid out beneath the front wheel. "TEDDY!" Kaisel cries out with all the drama of watching a friend sacrifice himself (voluntold, in this case), mouth agape as the man repeatedly stuffs the head down in the ground, each shove causing the embroidered eyes to fold into its head further, mud clinging to the edges. Too late now, the muck already earned, Kaisel bows his head in defeat and rises up with all the grave solemnity of someone set to carry on the mission because of the losses.
Tossing the shovel to the side, Kaisel prepares at the back of the wagon along with the family to shove on Ronin's mark.
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
