Something warm about the winter when you come around
Admittedly, he should have gone about this a different way, but in his defense, he didn't think Flora would need that much convincing. She's seeing the same shit he is, right? Horse. Skiing. Not to mention all the other zoo animals romping out and about like Dr. Zoolittle meets Santa Claus. It sells itself. "Pfffft," he offers back in quick response, a pretty irrefutable argument. "Like riding a horse is hard? You just sit there. The horse does all the work." He believes he could master it as easily as he's sure he could land a skyship all on his own, with no prior piloting experience.
"Wait, the sign ups are that way!" Much like a dog recognizing the route to the vet after the first turn to the ice cream shop is missed, Kaisel realizes too late he's being steered not to adventure, but conversation. "Bayuhbe," he stresses as he teeters alongside her, arm basically in the deathgrip of the those blood pressure testing machines at the local pharmacy, "you can have the easy job of riding the horse, I'll handle the skiing. I feel like I'll be a natural!"
Delivered like a nude man ready for tar and feathering before Melita and Iskra, Kaisel offers them a sloppy smile. "What up guys," he greets, his free arm lifting and waving faintly before slipping back into his jacket pocket. The one that's manacled to his wife doesn't resist, and in fact is curled as if he means to keep hold of her as equally in return. I'm gonna ski all over your slopes tonight, he informs Flora through the bond that their jewelry has tethered for them. "Oh babe, you got something there," he tells her suddenly, reaching to brush a dusting of snow off her chest, two of the best snow hills around.. This, as she's dangling him like a pinata ripe for the beating, which Iskra doesn't seem to hesitate for. His smile gives way easily to something rich with self-assurance. "Oh, I got balance."
Attention shifting to Mel, who seems just as ready to commit herself to a body cast until they can make it to the hot springs here, Kaisel gives a loud, "YES! That's what I'm talking about killer bee!" How'd that plan work out for you? You really gonna let them beat us on bravery and fun?
"Wait, the sign ups are that way!" Much like a dog recognizing the route to the vet after the first turn to the ice cream shop is missed, Kaisel realizes too late he's being steered not to adventure, but conversation. "Bayuhbe," he stresses as he teeters alongside her, arm basically in the deathgrip of the those blood pressure testing machines at the local pharmacy, "you can have the easy job of riding the horse, I'll handle the skiing. I feel like I'll be a natural!"
Delivered like a nude man ready for tar and feathering before Melita and Iskra, Kaisel offers them a sloppy smile. "What up guys," he greets, his free arm lifting and waving faintly before slipping back into his jacket pocket. The one that's manacled to his wife doesn't resist, and in fact is curled as if he means to keep hold of her as equally in return. I'm gonna ski all over your slopes tonight, he informs Flora through the bond that their jewelry has tethered for them. "Oh babe, you got something there," he tells her suddenly, reaching to brush a dusting of snow off her chest, two of the best snow hills around.. This, as she's dangling him like a pinata ripe for the beating, which Iskra doesn't seem to hesitate for. His smile gives way easily to something rich with self-assurance. "Oh, I got balance."
Attention shifting to Mel, who seems just as ready to commit herself to a body cast until they can make it to the hot springs here, Kaisel gives a loud, "YES! That's what I'm talking about killer bee!" How'd that plan work out for you? You really gonna let them beat us on bravery and fun?
Kaisel
There must be something in the water, I know you feel it too
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
