I'll push through my doubt, don't say goodbye
To say that Spice has been invaluable this season is an understatement. This, because she is invaluable at all times, but there's no denying the extra dose of gratitude Kaisel feels with every pass of cool breath she grants. He sighs into it now, head tipping back as he and Flora arrive at the festivities. "Y'know, I like Tanau's style," he tells her, despite the sweat already threatening to darken the space between his shoulder blades on his freshly changed tank top. This one is a deep grey with an image of Stormbreak's tower printed on it, alongside the words, stand tall.
"Just absolutely showing off all his strength all season? Iconic." And, of course, he throws a great rager every year, even if it's not quite as spectacular as the days-long Torchline homage to fire and light, it is nice to be able to call it after one night for this one and hope the next dawn is a little kinder than the last in terms of heat. Arm wrapped loosely at her waist, too hot to have skin on skin for long without a slick sweat rising up between them or near constant passes from Spice, they move towards the roaring bonfire at the center to pay their respects.
Though the rest of the stalls catch his eye on passing, and his gaze leaps from attendee to attendee, quietly searching for Koa, he wouldn't scorn the seasonal deity by partying before praying. "What up, Tanau," he greets, holding up the wicker doll they'd found at Wildering House. "You been stylin' hard bro, hope you get some rest soon." He tosses in the doll, and like watching the shadow of a certain groundhog, hopes the bonfire might give some sign about whether they'll continue to cook all season or be given a relieving break.
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"Just absolutely showing off all his strength all season? Iconic." And, of course, he throws a great rager every year, even if it's not quite as spectacular as the days-long Torchline homage to fire and light, it is nice to be able to call it after one night for this one and hope the next dawn is a little kinder than the last in terms of heat. Arm wrapped loosely at her waist, too hot to have skin on skin for long without a slick sweat rising up between them or near constant passes from Spice, they move towards the roaring bonfire at the center to pay their respects.
Though the rest of the stalls catch his eye on passing, and his gaze leaps from attendee to attendee, quietly searching for Koa, he wouldn't scorn the seasonal deity by partying before praying. "What up, Tanau," he greets, holding up the wicker doll they'd found at Wildering House. "You been stylin' hard bro, hope you get some rest soon." He tosses in the doll, and like watching the shadow of a certain groundhog, hopes the bonfire might give some sign about whether they'll continue to cook all season or be given a relieving break.
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I will love you 'til the lights go out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
