// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
”Wow! That sounds like an exciting job, although I hope it doesn’t end up too sad very often.” The search requiring the finding, and the rescue being a challenge at times he’s sure. He’d love to ask her more, like if there’s stats on what sort of person needs rescuing the most, or what the most common bind people get themselves into is.
There’s always the trip back home to wonder at it, because the Mathair is an arresting sight and force, and he can feel her massive aura like something that could certainly threaten to rob him of his breath for good. ”Do you know much about her?” Kaisel asks, glancing over at Lyra as he swings his pack around and slides his arm through the zippered opening.
”Everything I know of her paints her as a right badass. Like, don’t get in her way or look at her wrong. She deserves hella respect.” He’s in past his elbow in his pack, which shouldn’t physically make sense, but does for the bottomless reach of it. He finally grasps his little bag of seeds and pulls them out, swinging the pack back onto both shoulders. ”So, I got Caido’s best botanist to hook me up with some prime seeds to plant in her honor. Like her, they’re more dangerous than some realize. Nightshade, which is toxic in high enough doses.” He holds the seeds up, observing them. ”Pretty wild tomatoes come from nightshade and we still eat ‘em. Although I don’t really get the name, because if it’s night…there’s already shade?” Kaisel shrugs, thinking perhaps however named them couldn’t agree on the proper word for dark or deadly so settled on both.
There’s always the trip back home to wonder at it, because the Mathair is an arresting sight and force, and he can feel her massive aura like something that could certainly threaten to rob him of his breath for good. ”Do you know much about her?” Kaisel asks, glancing over at Lyra as he swings his pack around and slides his arm through the zippered opening.
”Everything I know of her paints her as a right badass. Like, don’t get in her way or look at her wrong. She deserves hella respect.” He’s in past his elbow in his pack, which shouldn’t physically make sense, but does for the bottomless reach of it. He finally grasps his little bag of seeds and pulls them out, swinging the pack back onto both shoulders. ”So, I got Caido’s best botanist to hook me up with some prime seeds to plant in her honor. Like her, they’re more dangerous than some realize. Nightshade, which is toxic in high enough doses.” He holds the seeds up, observing them. ”Pretty wild tomatoes come from nightshade and we still eat ‘em. Although I don’t really get the name, because if it’s night…there’s already shade?” Kaisel shrugs, thinking perhaps however named them couldn’t agree on the proper word for dark or deadly so settled on both.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
