When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
He crawls up the bank after the last sweep of netted mud is tugged ashore. Fighting to keep his head above water and shove an increasingly resistant haul of sludge is such an effective workout that his bones themselves feel sapped, and for a moment all he can do is curl over a pile of mud and breathe. Gods, no one tell his commander about this or they'll all be doing it by next week.
Around him her crewmembers begin to regain their own strength and return to order, the mud not the only thing on their to-do list for setting sail. Still dripping wet and now so thoroughly awash with mud it looks like an out of season tan, he wearily pushes himself back to his full height and feet. Gathering enough air for volume, his chest lifts with the effort. "I'll write you about those lessons!" he calls down to the dock to her, waving at Thalassa as she too resumes her delayed departure. It's part of why he's utterly unruffled by her lack of gratitude. That and he had nearly knocked her into the water, for no reason (he later realized), but mainly because one does not help purely to be thanked. Although, he's in desperate need of a shower now, and since Flora is always so fond of taking one together, he knows exactly who he needs to hunt down in town and give a great big hug to. Grinning to himself, he turns and saunters back into the heart of the city where his love has been busy shopping, happy to tell her all about his day's adventures mid-lather and more.
[FIN]
Around him her crewmembers begin to regain their own strength and return to order, the mud not the only thing on their to-do list for setting sail. Still dripping wet and now so thoroughly awash with mud it looks like an out of season tan, he wearily pushes himself back to his full height and feet. Gathering enough air for volume, his chest lifts with the effort. "I'll write you about those lessons!" he calls down to the dock to her, waving at Thalassa as she too resumes her delayed departure. It's part of why he's utterly unruffled by her lack of gratitude. That and he had nearly knocked her into the water, for no reason (he later realized), but mainly because one does not help purely to be thanked. Although, he's in desperate need of a shower now, and since Flora is always so fond of taking one together, he knows exactly who he needs to hunt down in town and give a great big hug to. Grinning to himself, he turns and saunters back into the heart of the city where his love has been busy shopping, happy to tell her all about his day's adventures mid-lather and more.
[FIN]
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
