I'm never gonna quit, got my legacy set in motion
The scratching of the dragon slows noticeably as Zavien carefully puts down the explanation for his being in town. It doesn't last, Kaisel soon enough catching himself starting to pause (and Sol surely demanding he not), and he resumes as if Zavien had not just passed him a can of nuts actually full of loaded snakes that'll spring forth the moment he opens the lid. "Oh, that's great," he offers up with an ease that makes him swallow, almost afraid his tongue might slip away from him soon. "I know she was wanting somewhere besides Wildering House, and if you're looking in Haulani, I know you'll find something to your liking." He has been kept abreast of most of the things sitting between the four of them, because telling one person who's married is the same as telling them both, esecially in their case where Flora's ears might as well serve as Kaisel's diary. So he knows what Zavien really means, but he chooses not to trace the outline of that shape too long.
"If you need a hand..." he starts to offer, then seems to think better of pushing his luck so bluntly. "Well, I was looking for a house around here not so long ago myself, before moving in with Flora. So I can send you in the right direction for some of the better deals." He assumes Zavien and Soh have better money in hand than he had, so he'd not be showing them the cat-piss apartment rented out by the man who smells like mayonnaise.
The question that follows is an easier one to deal with, Kaisel shaking his head a touch. "I don't really have a usual," he admits, glancing from dragon to man for the moment of addressing him. "Wildering House has a gym that I'm usually at because it's convenient, and I can always spar with Flora (or her fathers if he wants to feel impossibly outmatched). Plus, being a soldier, we have some assigned training times that vary on location so that the environment is just as much of an opponent." He shrugs, the admission light. "But if I'm out and interested, this one is my favorite, yeah. Although sometimes you can find Ronin leading pop-up workout sessions around Torchline and those are always worth it too."
It's almost easy enough to forget, just for a moment, that bad blood has curdled between them as the veneer of politeness stretches out over it. Especially when the poor attempt at humor crowds in-between, Zavien's equally dry delivery taking Kaisel by surprise. It warms him once the disbelief gives way, and an honest, rich laugh shakes free quite without meaning to. "Cones might be good, but not that good. One scoop of strawberry ice cream is required," he clarifies, the matter more serious than he lets on, ice cream ranking quite high on Kaisel's list of Important Things.
With the dragon left and the easier topics drifting away to the meat of the matter, Kaisel's gaze drops to look at the familiar sword Zavien flashes. "Well, happy to oblige something Safrin is requiring," he says with a faint smile, unfazed by the risk of the sharp edge. Turning, he steps out of the entrance and deeper into the fighting outfit, the movement an invitation for Zavien to follow. He reaches for the rack of community weapons. They're as well-kept as they can be given the multitude of hands that work them, and after testing two out Kaisel settles on one short sword. "Speaking of Safrin," he starts, as he makes his way to one of the sparring rings that's still open. "Not sure if you've heard, but she demied Flora recently." He settles into a fighting stance on the opposite end of Zavien, hands gripping the hilt with a certain semblance of knowledge for the tool.
"If you need a hand..." he starts to offer, then seems to think better of pushing his luck so bluntly. "Well, I was looking for a house around here not so long ago myself, before moving in with Flora. So I can send you in the right direction for some of the better deals." He assumes Zavien and Soh have better money in hand than he had, so he'd not be showing them the cat-piss apartment rented out by the man who smells like mayonnaise.
The question that follows is an easier one to deal with, Kaisel shaking his head a touch. "I don't really have a usual," he admits, glancing from dragon to man for the moment of addressing him. "Wildering House has a gym that I'm usually at because it's convenient, and I can always spar with Flora (or her fathers if he wants to feel impossibly outmatched). Plus, being a soldier, we have some assigned training times that vary on location so that the environment is just as much of an opponent." He shrugs, the admission light. "But if I'm out and interested, this one is my favorite, yeah. Although sometimes you can find Ronin leading pop-up workout sessions around Torchline and those are always worth it too."
It's almost easy enough to forget, just for a moment, that bad blood has curdled between them as the veneer of politeness stretches out over it. Especially when the poor attempt at humor crowds in-between, Zavien's equally dry delivery taking Kaisel by surprise. It warms him once the disbelief gives way, and an honest, rich laugh shakes free quite without meaning to. "Cones might be good, but not that good. One scoop of strawberry ice cream is required," he clarifies, the matter more serious than he lets on, ice cream ranking quite high on Kaisel's list of Important Things.
With the dragon left and the easier topics drifting away to the meat of the matter, Kaisel's gaze drops to look at the familiar sword Zavien flashes. "Well, happy to oblige something Safrin is requiring," he says with a faint smile, unfazed by the risk of the sharp edge. Turning, he steps out of the entrance and deeper into the fighting outfit, the movement an invitation for Zavien to follow. He reaches for the rack of community weapons. They're as well-kept as they can be given the multitude of hands that work them, and after testing two out Kaisel settles on one short sword. "Speaking of Safrin," he starts, as he makes his way to one of the sparring rings that's still open. "Not sure if you've heard, but she demied Flora recently." He settles into a fighting stance on the opposite end of Zavien, hands gripping the hilt with a certain semblance of knowledge for the tool.
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
