Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
Each slap of Flora's hand encourages a fuller bout of the rusty dust to shake loose. Much like drinking lemonade while laughing and sending it down the wrong pipe, it takes a moment for Kaisel to recover, and when he does, it's with a chest still marginally aflame and a voice grown hoarse when he can rouse it again. "Do you have a water bell??" The croak is quite at home to the bogman, who's eyes almost appear to move independently when they shift over towards Kaisel who has begun to straighten out more fully.
"Cinnamon bell," he confirms to Flora, grabbing a jar of the region's fountain water that he has on hand (likely for the trials and tribulations of running such a stand) and slides it along to Kaisel. "Likely meant to add the perfect amount of cinnamon to your dish when you're cooking or baking, but..." he shrugs, the movement almost lost due to the short slope between his shoulders and his ears, his neck almost passable for an additional chin. "These are Gilded Market rejects," he explains, gaze dropping to the array of variously sized bells and their range of materials. "Craftsmanship that doesn't get completed, or is done with an errant mind and hand, or someone new to the trade just learning." As for the bell part, theirs is not the first enchantment to be set off by accident. Somewhere off the pier is a table-sized bell sitting in the water. Mud man's sign and all the spectacular design it lacks may be less marketing ploy and more the last minute scramble of man having to rebrand himself.
Kaisel is paying half a mind to the exchange, having the much more current problem at hand of a gritty, dry mouth. He snatches the healing water up and takes two massive, audible gulps. Smacking his lips with a relieved aaahhhhh, he thumps the jar back down on the table. The bells shiver and Marshal backs away a step. "Are any super dangerous?" Kaisel wonders, stooping down to squint at one elegantly engraved, pitch as night. There's a certain, appeal to them. Much like a bag of jellybeans with near-identical-looking options, one that tastes like strawberries, and one that tastes like vomit. The intrusive thoughts win out, and Kaisel plucks up the dark one, the motion causing it to peal just once.
Unable to tell what's happened, Kaisel glances around expectantly, brows raised. The orange parts of his outfit have turned a nice shade of purple.
"Cinnamon bell," he confirms to Flora, grabbing a jar of the region's fountain water that he has on hand (likely for the trials and tribulations of running such a stand) and slides it along to Kaisel. "Likely meant to add the perfect amount of cinnamon to your dish when you're cooking or baking, but..." he shrugs, the movement almost lost due to the short slope between his shoulders and his ears, his neck almost passable for an additional chin. "These are Gilded Market rejects," he explains, gaze dropping to the array of variously sized bells and their range of materials. "Craftsmanship that doesn't get completed, or is done with an errant mind and hand, or someone new to the trade just learning." As for the bell part, theirs is not the first enchantment to be set off by accident. Somewhere off the pier is a table-sized bell sitting in the water. Mud man's sign and all the spectacular design it lacks may be less marketing ploy and more the last minute scramble of man having to rebrand himself.
Kaisel is paying half a mind to the exchange, having the much more current problem at hand of a gritty, dry mouth. He snatches the healing water up and takes two massive, audible gulps. Smacking his lips with a relieved aaahhhhh, he thumps the jar back down on the table. The bells shiver and Marshal backs away a step. "Are any super dangerous?" Kaisel wonders, stooping down to squint at one elegantly engraved, pitch as night. There's a certain, appeal to them. Much like a bag of jellybeans with near-identical-looking options, one that tastes like strawberries, and one that tastes like vomit. The intrusive thoughts win out, and Kaisel plucks up the dark one, the motion causing it to peal just once.
Unable to tell what's happened, Kaisel glances around expectantly, brows raised. The orange parts of his outfit have turned a nice shade of purple.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
