Kaisel
The image of Sugar nestled among the flora of their houseboat, perfectly content in her frosty planter box, earns a broad grin. ”Does Mateo replace them weekly, or is it your best kept secret?” Kaisel wonders, the possibility for either seeming equally likely.
Although he hadn’t considered it like that until Ronin pointed it out, it’s undeniably suitable for them. ”Seems very fitting, doesn’t it?” He lobs his net onto the side where he’d placed the rope, the exchange briefly perilous, but he manages to shake his arm free of the hole before it yanks him with it. ”That’s a good point, I’d hate to cramp the party we got here.” The goal is more parties, not less. ”Not to mention no one would be able to properly see her dress.” So maybe not Longnight, but fire and Deepfrost could still be contenders.
Out on the sea, buoys shift about like massive fishing bobbers, signifying a bite, although anyone who’d attempt to reel Remi in would be receiving quite the surprise. Kaisel watches them glide through the water with an ease he knows isn’t accurate, briefly captured by the sight before stooping to grab a half-empty barrel. ”We were thinking the Amphitheater of the Draig, or the Fields out there.”
Although he hadn’t considered it like that until Ronin pointed it out, it’s undeniably suitable for them. ”Seems very fitting, doesn’t it?” He lobs his net onto the side where he’d placed the rope, the exchange briefly perilous, but he manages to shake his arm free of the hole before it yanks him with it. ”That’s a good point, I’d hate to cramp the party we got here.” The goal is more parties, not less. ”Not to mention no one would be able to properly see her dress.” So maybe not Longnight, but fire and Deepfrost could still be contenders.
Out on the sea, buoys shift about like massive fishing bobbers, signifying a bite, although anyone who’d attempt to reel Remi in would be receiving quite the surprise. Kaisel watches them glide through the water with an ease he knows isn’t accurate, briefly captured by the sight before stooping to grab a half-empty barrel. ”We were thinking the Amphitheater of the Draig, or the Fields out there.”
Haters on my back like a backpack
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Blowin' up I'm fucking flawless
Code stolen from Queen Sky
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
