Kaisel
The news that Stormbreak is fucking falling into the sea is something he took really well. Definitely kept his cool and didn't pace a trench into the floor of the Wildering house or yap Flora's ear off all night long with a repeating circle of what the fuck!? that ranged everywhere from cursing aliens to gods and contractors in-between. He didn't sleep much that night.
Needing action to calm the mixture of guilt and panic humming like electricity beneath his veins, he took to Stormbreak the next morning with a promise to return soon. There's lots to arrange in Torchline to prepare for all the evacuees as well, but he needs to be on ground zero, because that's home.
It might not be where he puts his head down anymore, but this will always be his first home, and it's a part of him. Absently, he runs a thumb over the keys in his pocket, the keychain there the one Flora gave him, with a piece from the stonework in front of his childhood house. That he's fully losing that place now means he cherishes that momento more than ever, and the woman thoughtful enough to offer it to him.
He's already seen to plans with his parents, ensuring that they have a place to go, though annoyingly, they're not selecting Torchline. "We've always been in a city," they tell him like it's obvious—they're going to the Hollowed Grounds instead. He suggested they try Torchline out, but they'd made up their minds, preferring the old comforts of stone and tight buildings over a tropical paradise (even with the sand, he has to admit it's lovely). Fine, it's fine, he just wants them out and safe. He helped them pack some shit up, but they aren't moving yet, insisting there's other citizens they need to help get out. Dusty first and all that. He takes a few things from his room, stuffing them in his backpack, not needing to leave them behind now that he won't have his spare room here to return to. Just his old nightlight, some spare clothes, one of his toy dragons from his youth, and his first pocketknife.
Following the advice of his folks, who checked in with his uncle, he heads to the Dragon's Nest on the hunt for "Koa?" He calls out the name, worry threaded into the tone despite his attempt to keep it flat. He's trying to act as unfazed as everyone else, fuck they're losing the places they live, and not by choice, but it sits like something stuck in his throat he can't swallow all the way down. It'd been bad enough when the Family kicked them out, it's another thing to see this place lost forever, destroyed. He's built a new life, but he always had this to visit, somewhere fond and full of memories he feels like are being ripped away. He'd once told Zavien he'd been scared he'd recognize this place less and less as he visited—that shops he once knew would close, that strange new ones would open, that people would move or pass or become different. All of his childhood is packed within these city streets, and more than ever it feels like he's losing those halcyon days.
"Koa!" he says with pure relief as soon as his cousin comes into view on the steps. He can't help it, he sheds all his attempts at staying strong, and like a little kid again runs straight into the arms of his older family, the hero who always has it together and knows how to put the world straight again.
Needing action to calm the mixture of guilt and panic humming like electricity beneath his veins, he took to Stormbreak the next morning with a promise to return soon. There's lots to arrange in Torchline to prepare for all the evacuees as well, but he needs to be on ground zero, because that's home.
It might not be where he puts his head down anymore, but this will always be his first home, and it's a part of him. Absently, he runs a thumb over the keys in his pocket, the keychain there the one Flora gave him, with a piece from the stonework in front of his childhood house. That he's fully losing that place now means he cherishes that momento more than ever, and the woman thoughtful enough to offer it to him.
He's already seen to plans with his parents, ensuring that they have a place to go, though annoyingly, they're not selecting Torchline. "We've always been in a city," they tell him like it's obvious—they're going to the Hollowed Grounds instead. He suggested they try Torchline out, but they'd made up their minds, preferring the old comforts of stone and tight buildings over a tropical paradise (even with the sand, he has to admit it's lovely). Fine, it's fine, he just wants them out and safe. He helped them pack some shit up, but they aren't moving yet, insisting there's other citizens they need to help get out. Dusty first and all that. He takes a few things from his room, stuffing them in his backpack, not needing to leave them behind now that he won't have his spare room here to return to. Just his old nightlight, some spare clothes, one of his toy dragons from his youth, and his first pocketknife.
Following the advice of his folks, who checked in with his uncle, he heads to the Dragon's Nest on the hunt for "Koa?" He calls out the name, worry threaded into the tone despite his attempt to keep it flat. He's trying to act as unfazed as everyone else, fuck they're losing the places they live, and not by choice, but it sits like something stuck in his throat he can't swallow all the way down. It'd been bad enough when the Family kicked them out, it's another thing to see this place lost forever, destroyed. He's built a new life, but he always had this to visit, somewhere fond and full of memories he feels like are being ripped away. He'd once told Zavien he'd been scared he'd recognize this place less and less as he visited—that shops he once knew would close, that strange new ones would open, that people would move or pass or become different. All of his childhood is packed within these city streets, and more than ever it feels like he's losing those halcyon days.
"Koa!" he says with pure relief as soon as his cousin comes into view on the steps. He can't help it, he sheds all his attempts at staying strong, and like a little kid again runs straight into the arms of his older family, the hero who always has it together and knows how to put the world straight again.
You was talkin' shit in the beginning
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Back when I was feelin' more forgivin'
I know it piss you off to see me winnin'
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
