Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
The question she poses does not take him by surprise, not entirely. It's a natural pathway from what they'd just been talking about, but he didn't expect the interest, and it softens and slows his stride for a moment as he looks down at her while they skirt the crowd. The response does not require much thought on his part, proclaiming it with the same force as a child would their age or favorite color. "Fighting for the ones I love." There is no hiding the violence and cruelty of the world, not even from a child, especially not a child of chaos. "I've always been a soldier. I serve my home, so that everyone who matters to me will be safe."
Even beyond the borders, where family and friends have scattered, he'd use his abilities for them too. Given the politics that can bind someone in his position normally, he isn't worried given his queen, his wife, is of much the same mind and generous with her aid, knowing too well the hardship of being left alone or with the body of one that could not be saved. "So basically, kicking ass," he grins, summarizing it with the succinctness he maybe should have started with.
He's gotten to be a better judge of flowers, given all his time with Flora and Mateo, but like art, they are subjective in many ways. Knell's preference for something else is more a statement about her than the petals, and it's unsurprising that red calls to her. "Hyacinth," he remarks, leaning in for his own pleasant whiff. "Excellent choice." Lifting his attention from her to the vendor, he purchases two bouquets.
As they're gathered and wrapped, Kaisel's attention drops back to Knell, a warm laugh escaping him followed by a dramatic gasp. "But of course! Dessert is also one of my passions!" Taking their flowers in hand, he sets them off towards the chicken stall, which boasts all manner of meat, even the kind still squawking. "What sort of dessert were you hoping for? We have, ten, I think, different flavors of ice cream at home, plus all the toppings you could want."
Even beyond the borders, where family and friends have scattered, he'd use his abilities for them too. Given the politics that can bind someone in his position normally, he isn't worried given his queen, his wife, is of much the same mind and generous with her aid, knowing too well the hardship of being left alone or with the body of one that could not be saved. "So basically, kicking ass," he grins, summarizing it with the succinctness he maybe should have started with.
He's gotten to be a better judge of flowers, given all his time with Flora and Mateo, but like art, they are subjective in many ways. Knell's preference for something else is more a statement about her than the petals, and it's unsurprising that red calls to her. "Hyacinth," he remarks, leaning in for his own pleasant whiff. "Excellent choice." Lifting his attention from her to the vendor, he purchases two bouquets.
As they're gathered and wrapped, Kaisel's attention drops back to Knell, a warm laugh escaping him followed by a dramatic gasp. "But of course! Dessert is also one of my passions!" Taking their flowers in hand, he sets them off towards the chicken stall, which boasts all manner of meat, even the kind still squawking. "What sort of dessert were you hoping for? We have, ten, I think, different flavors of ice cream at home, plus all the toppings you could want."
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
