I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
He anticipates another cold shoulder. It'd be easier for Zavien to say no and keep walking, pretending this isn't the droid he's looking for, however clearly he means to come into the fighting ring. Instead, Zavien seems to take a breath, the first gust of fresh air over old wounds. Kaisel doesn't exactly relax, not yet, but one of many cords seems to loosen at this and it allows his gaze to drop warmly to the golden dragon that saunters over.
"Well, you've come to one of the better places," Kaisel offers as reassurance, tempting Zavien not to change his mind. Crouching properly as Sol nears to provide his hand, he gently scrubs at the areas that are always hard to reach for dragons. "Hey Sol," he greets softly, always fond of the draconic companions. "You just trying to get in a workout while you're visiting, or ?" Although tact and Kaisel don't routinely walk hand in hand, he's not keen on staring at the ugly thing between them directly for too long. It's easier to pick up the old habits they've since dropped, things they shared once when they could still be called friends. Routines and commonalities from sharing a region and a career, the very same things he once thought braided their relationship into something strong. A brotherhood gets formed, in a sense, with Dragoons. Given how him and Koa fought recently though, perhaps this is just par for the course.
Another cord loosens, Kaisel's head lifting, one eye squinting to peer up at the Risen Sun in front of the risen sun. "No, I cost at least one ice cream cone," he offers with a stoic expression. It soon splinters into a wry grin and Kaisel gives Sol a final pat before standing. "Knuckles or swords?" he asks with a tone daring to be eager.
"Well, you've come to one of the better places," Kaisel offers as reassurance, tempting Zavien not to change his mind. Crouching properly as Sol nears to provide his hand, he gently scrubs at the areas that are always hard to reach for dragons. "Hey Sol," he greets softly, always fond of the draconic companions. "You just trying to get in a workout while you're visiting, or ?" Although tact and Kaisel don't routinely walk hand in hand, he's not keen on staring at the ugly thing between them directly for too long. It's easier to pick up the old habits they've since dropped, things they shared once when they could still be called friends. Routines and commonalities from sharing a region and a career, the very same things he once thought braided their relationship into something strong. A brotherhood gets formed, in a sense, with Dragoons. Given how him and Koa fought recently though, perhaps this is just par for the course.
Another cord loosens, Kaisel's head lifting, one eye squinting to peer up at the Risen Sun in front of the risen sun. "No, I cost at least one ice cream cone," he offers with a stoic expression. It soon splinters into a wry grin and Kaisel gives Sol a final pat before standing. "Knuckles or swords?" he asks with a tone daring to be eager.
Kaisel
So welcome to the fire, I'm the one with the lighter
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
