Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
Rising swiftly to his feet as Vervain approaches from the other side, Kaisel dusts off any clinging ground matter with a chorus of swishing fabric. He extends her a ready smile, shoulders smart with trained practice and the nerves of meeting someone important for the first time. He may not have seen her until now, but he has heard a good deal, and his opinion of her could not be more polished for all the way she’d supported Flora in her youth.
”Vai,” he greets warmly, brows rising with the slow surrender to wonder at Remi’s gift. It’s ont thing to know of it, and another to see it in person, alive. ”Is it awkward if I hug you?” he asks, swaying on the spot with the indecision. It’s as much a curiosity at her spirit being given form again as much as their lack of familiarity. Kai is a hugger naturally though, and he wants to offer the full force of his appreciation
”Vai,” he greets warmly, brows rising with the slow surrender to wonder at Remi’s gift. It’s ont thing to know of it, and another to see it in person, alive. ”Is it awkward if I hug you?” he asks, swaying on the spot with the indecision. It’s as much a curiosity at her spirit being given form again as much as their lack of familiarity. Kai is a hugger naturally though, and he wants to offer the full force of his appreciation
Kaisel
They don't gotta ask 'cause they know I'm him
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
