When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
"Yeah!" Kaisel says brightly, happy to learn he has some other options available besides the grumpy instructor in Torchline. "Me," he chirps just before splashing into the muddy waters. Never one to mind dirty work, and already plenty grunged up from his previous efforts with mud around here, he opts for what will be the quickest way to get the net where he needs it. If the ship can't properly sail due to all the mud surrounding it, then his goal is to drag free a pathway, clearing out enough mud for enough time that she can find her freedom again.
Taking all the mud out of this much water is no simple task, and what they remove will eventually fill with mud from other parts of the water, flow trying to find a balance amongst itself. For a small period of time though, before the waters mix and the muddier parts seep back in, the area they clear will be the most mud-free, and that's her time to get the hell out of here. That's all great in theory, but the practice of trying to drag increasingly gathered mud on the mesh, fighting water resistance and gravity, proves exhausting.
Silently his eyes widen as he watches her shift, gaze tracking her as she launches skyward into something dragon-adjacent. "Whoa," he breathes, grinning stupidly with a fond appreciation for the form in such close proximity, and then for the relief of its strength adding to the efforts as the lyvern makes lighter work of the drag line. "Hell yeah!" he whoops up at her, the only breath he can spare before him and the others are struggling to shove the muddy haul onto the docks and against the bank, relieving the mesh of the earthy capture.
Sighing loudly, Kaisel glances back towards the boat and the churning waters there. "Again!"m he suggests, grabbing hold of a section of the fine netting and wading back in, swimming easier now without the weight until he help drop the mesh back in place, against the water near her ship. Rinse and repeat, just like the back of the shampoo bottle says, and before long he's heaving to cart more captured mud aground.
Taking all the mud out of this much water is no simple task, and what they remove will eventually fill with mud from other parts of the water, flow trying to find a balance amongst itself. For a small period of time though, before the waters mix and the muddier parts seep back in, the area they clear will be the most mud-free, and that's her time to get the hell out of here. That's all great in theory, but the practice of trying to drag increasingly gathered mud on the mesh, fighting water resistance and gravity, proves exhausting.
Silently his eyes widen as he watches her shift, gaze tracking her as she launches skyward into something dragon-adjacent. "Whoa," he breathes, grinning stupidly with a fond appreciation for the form in such close proximity, and then for the relief of its strength adding to the efforts as the lyvern makes lighter work of the drag line. "Hell yeah!" he whoops up at her, the only breath he can spare before him and the others are struggling to shove the muddy haul onto the docks and against the bank, relieving the mesh of the earthy capture.
Sighing loudly, Kaisel glances back towards the boat and the churning waters there. "Again!"m he suggests, grabbing hold of a section of the fine netting and wading back in, swimming easier now without the weight until he help drop the mesh back in place, against the water near her ship. Rinse and repeat, just like the back of the shampoo bottle says, and before long he's heaving to cart more captured mud aground.
Kaisel
If you need help, I'll shut down the city lights
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
