When enemies are at your door, I'll carry you way from war
He runs to the Northaven, scrawling out his latest response to Flora as he goes. Fortunately, Remi is home, and through the stitch in his side, he's able to plead for travel assistance from the Bastion. He'd not normally prefer to involve the dads when she's dealing with a threat more private and emotional than some sort of external alien force or other bestial risk, but he doesn't have an opportunity to be picky this time since she's at the top of the world, which is not only far but fiercely guarded by swarms of dragons.
Promising to ensure she's as well as she claims in the parchment and to get her back safely, Kaisel departs from Remi, squinting across the amphitheater ruins, which have grown wild with time. He pies the familiar sails of the Sugartide not far, and begins to clamber his way there, striding through vegetation like it's a tide. Ever mindful of the dragon's that dot the distant skies, and wary of sheep that like to butt in up here, Kaisel closes the distance. He begins hollering before he's close enough to climb up the skyship, breathless still from the first moment her message came through.
"FLOOOOORAAAAAAA!"
Promising to ensure she's as well as she claims in the parchment and to get her back safely, Kaisel departs from Remi, squinting across the amphitheater ruins, which have grown wild with time. He pies the familiar sails of the Sugartide not far, and begins to clamber his way there, striding through vegetation like it's a tide. Ever mindful of the dragon's that dot the distant skies, and wary of sheep that like to butt in up here, Kaisel closes the distance. He begins hollering before he's close enough to climb up the skyship, breathless still from the first moment her message came through.
"FLOOOOORAAAAAAA!"
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
