// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
Mindful of the wind so as not to be dusted by her offerings like some ashy burial gone awry, Kaisel has stood from his planting. The seeds will sprout before long, and from there the saplings with continue to rise and grow. It might not seem the ideal season for planting, but as Mateo has taught him, certain things far better in certain seasons, not all of it need be the bounty of spring. Some things liked the cold and the wet and the struggle.
"That's a good idea," he tells her brightly after observing some of what she dumps out. "Like bringing the world to her now that she's rooted here." World spice, essentially. Overhead, the weather looms with the exact thing Lyra mentioned, clouds darkening as they gather. A few, fat raindrops begin to fall, some bouncing off Mathair and splashing into smaller sprays that flick over his arms and face. "Well, let's leave Mathair to her new goodies and get dry before the forest changes and keeps us out here," he suggests, more than aware of the Greatwood's trickery to changing routes. "Glad you're so eager to have them start growing!" Kaisel calls back to the goddess as he skips ahead, leaping over muddy patches and roots. Since he and Lyra are going back to Torchline, makes sense to wait together and continue chatting about their jobs.
[FIN]
"That's a good idea," he tells her brightly after observing some of what she dumps out. "Like bringing the world to her now that she's rooted here." World spice, essentially. Overhead, the weather looms with the exact thing Lyra mentioned, clouds darkening as they gather. A few, fat raindrops begin to fall, some bouncing off Mathair and splashing into smaller sprays that flick over his arms and face. "Well, let's leave Mathair to her new goodies and get dry before the forest changes and keeps us out here," he suggests, more than aware of the Greatwood's trickery to changing routes. "Glad you're so eager to have them start growing!" Kaisel calls back to the goddess as he skips ahead, leaping over muddy patches and roots. Since he and Lyra are going back to Torchline, makes sense to wait together and continue chatting about their jobs.
[FIN]
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
