Need a hundred lifetimes kinda love
Watching her flop around on the deck while he does the same is absolutely something he's going to giggle about later, if they survive this, that is. Currently though, he's terrified they might not. He's no biologist, but he'd hoped after the initial pass, which had seemed friendly enough, that the whales would have gone on their way. This latest nudge though, and the sinking feeling that more would continue, leaves his stomach falling into a pit.
With Flora back at the wheel, her agreement is just the green light he needs. If she hadn't, he might have considered the first jolt gave her a concussion and yolo swagged them out of here anyway. Thankfully it doesn't come to that, and he can hear the thinning of her confidence. It shouldn't reassure him the way it does, but he's glad to know that he's not being a little bitch about the whales. If she's worried too, that means this isn't good, whatever the actual intent or reasoning from the baby constellations.
Resigned to staying low on the deck this time, just to make any potential next bumps a bit less painful and disorienting, he begins to wriggle back towards the bag to give them the boost to gtfo. Before he reaches it though, already have lost sight of the calves again, he begins to pluck on that thread that connects him to the gods. "Nature Frey," he grits out into the neon night, using Flora's recommendation for who to summon, "these whales are giving us a time, could you settle them down before we're completely fucked?"
Barely registering Flora's anxious call for Spice, which fortunately isn't the hysterics that'd suggest she's in dire straights, he focuses on getting his hands around their source of wind. Just then, as if to demonstrate the exact need they have for Frey, the calves ram into the Sugartide once more. Another sickening spin starts around the gut-wrenching sound of her splitting further apart. "WE'RE OKAY!" he yells out to Flora, to let her know he's still whole and that they will make it out of this. Where stopping the gusts last time had helped quell the spin, he thinks adding the momentum to it now will help them shake out of it, heading to calmer air currents while Frey hopefully manages her rambunctious babies.
Kai channels nature frey to help with the whales
With Flora back at the wheel, her agreement is just the green light he needs. If she hadn't, he might have considered the first jolt gave her a concussion and yolo swagged them out of here anyway. Thankfully it doesn't come to that, and he can hear the thinning of her confidence. It shouldn't reassure him the way it does, but he's glad to know that he's not being a little bitch about the whales. If she's worried too, that means this isn't good, whatever the actual intent or reasoning from the baby constellations.
Resigned to staying low on the deck this time, just to make any potential next bumps a bit less painful and disorienting, he begins to wriggle back towards the bag to give them the boost to gtfo. Before he reaches it though, already have lost sight of the calves again, he begins to pluck on that thread that connects him to the gods. "Nature Frey," he grits out into the neon night, using Flora's recommendation for who to summon, "these whales are giving us a time, could you settle them down before we're completely fucked?"
Barely registering Flora's anxious call for Spice, which fortunately isn't the hysterics that'd suggest she's in dire straights, he focuses on getting his hands around their source of wind. Just then, as if to demonstrate the exact need they have for Frey, the calves ram into the Sugartide once more. Another sickening spin starts around the gut-wrenching sound of her splitting further apart. "WE'RE OKAY!" he yells out to Flora, to let her know he's still whole and that they will make it out of this. Where stopping the gusts last time had helped quell the spin, he thinks adding the momentum to it now will help them shake out of it, heading to calmer air currents while Frey hopefully manages her rambunctious babies.
Kai channels nature frey to help with the whales
Kaisel
I could say forever, but forever ain't long enough
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
