I'll Shout! From the rooftop singing, everybody gonna know my name
Maybe subconsciously he's walking them towards the Torchline section, or what beachy likeness there is here, always finding himself missing home. It hadn't felt like it at first, that it could really own that name when Stormbreak always has. What had once belonged to the city though, is now irrevocably at Flora's side. Torchline or the Climb, with her is home, just so happens to be a beach paradise backdrop for the time being. Not to say that the brick lay of childhood memories and family bonds have crumbled as surely as the region has, but they're places he visits now, not where he stays.
The deep growl pulls his attention towards one particular enclosure, and as they talk his gaze scans through the fencing to the impressive beast within—a sea panther. His breath curls in, never having seen one before, not for real. After hearing about Lena too, it feels, almost wrong in a way he knows it shouldn't, but finds the wiggle room to anyway. He hurries away from it's enclosure.
Glancing back to Soh to find relief there, even if it's the plight of her identity now and the weight of taking off a mantle she's carried so long. "You're doing a great job," he reassures with a soft smile. "Pretty sure there's no guidebook on what to do when a city falls out of a sky, so you have been a nice lighthouse for people to look to through all this." Familiar faces are worth a lot in times of crises, especially welcome ones. "Anything?" he edges in with a smirk. "If you could turn into stars, that'd be pretty cool."
The deep growl pulls his attention towards one particular enclosure, and as they talk his gaze scans through the fencing to the impressive beast within—a sea panther. His breath curls in, never having seen one before, not for real. After hearing about Lena too, it feels, almost wrong in a way he knows it shouldn't, but finds the wiggle room to anyway. He hurries away from it's enclosure.
Glancing back to Soh to find relief there, even if it's the plight of her identity now and the weight of taking off a mantle she's carried so long. "You're doing a great job," he reassures with a soft smile. "Pretty sure there's no guidebook on what to do when a city falls out of a sky, so you have been a nice lighthouse for people to look to through all this." Familiar faces are worth a lot in times of crises, especially welcome ones. "Anything?" he edges in with a smirk. "If you could turn into stars, that'd be pretty cool."
Kaisel
So I gotta be loud! Don't turn it down, can't let outside noise drown you out
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
