Let me paint a picture for you, I'm feeling like Bob Ross
His caution is unnecessary because Vai takes it with the steady understanding of how important it is, and the expertise to cradle something like that. He supposes that compared to the lives she helped raise, a glass ball is no large feat for her, ghost or not. ”That’s right. All the best ones, from all her favorite people.” He smiles faintly to see her admire it, one hand clapping the back of his neck and rubbing there briefly as he absorbs her praise with the same fumbling grace he had everyone else. Though hers means something more to him, because of everyone he’s heard about and everyone he’s met, she has carried the most weight of happiness for Flora thus far. Childhoods are important in that way, setting down so many markers for the future.
It’s also why he’s absolutely nosy this time, even against his better judgment. He’s anxious to see a young, happy Flora, which isn’t quite what Vai offers up. Not in the splay of images of a young blonde dashing through woods as he expected anyway, but instead a sound not unlike the one he hears now, wrapped around other elements that draw him in and promise to uplift.
It’s mesmerizing, and even as it fades, Kaisel is slow to return to damp moment of now. He blinks, looking up at Vai, and slowly reaching back for it with a nod. ”That’s perfect,” he declares, wondering if this is how life and memories work in Mort’s realm, or if this is the best way to truly remember her, not as moments, but as feelings. ”Thank you, she’ll love this.”
He could spend all day with Vai, he's certain, but he has to head home to begin getting the party in motion, and she does not have long past Mort's halls and he'd leave her with the family that's here and she knows. Departing from her and Remi, Kaisel heads back to Torchline.
[FIN]
It’s also why he’s absolutely nosy this time, even against his better judgment. He’s anxious to see a young, happy Flora, which isn’t quite what Vai offers up. Not in the splay of images of a young blonde dashing through woods as he expected anyway, but instead a sound not unlike the one he hears now, wrapped around other elements that draw him in and promise to uplift.
It’s mesmerizing, and even as it fades, Kaisel is slow to return to damp moment of now. He blinks, looking up at Vai, and slowly reaching back for it with a nod. ”That’s perfect,” he declares, wondering if this is how life and memories work in Mort’s realm, or if this is the best way to truly remember her, not as moments, but as feelings. ”Thank you, she’ll love this.”
He could spend all day with Vai, he's certain, but he has to head home to begin getting the party in motion, and she does not have long past Mort's halls and he'd leave her with the family that's here and she knows. Departing from her and Remi, Kaisel heads back to Torchline.
[FIN]
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
