Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Her whisper caught a glance that he coasted over her with, looking her up and down in a way that suggested both appreciation, but also disbelief. Something told Iskra that this lady hardly needed rescuing. Each curve of her suggested a more than capable quality at handling whatever life threw at her, be it dragons or candles. Still, Iskra supposed every once in a while it felt good to be rescued, needed or not. Iskra was more than pleased to see the effects of his work on her, barely able to contain his own returning smile from consuming every bit of his features as her's blossomed into an eye roll. In a world full of candle catastrophes and dragons, it was steady work to keep smiles lit; sometimes it was all that could truly save you in the end.
"Hiro," he tested it out, making sure to emphasize the I like she said, because no he did not need a big head right now, he had more than enough wood to carry at the moment. "I could get used to that," he agreed, sticking out an arm for her while his other reached for his tie on his logs.
"Shall we?"
(not sure if you wanted to end this here?)
