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wood you believe it - Deimos - 06-08-2026
Every day there was some other nuance or issue to encounter. If it wasn’t strange dreams in the Peepholes, it was some merchants feuding amongst themselves. If it wasn’t a monster wreaking havoc somewhere in the vicinity, then it was a flock of ningos harassing an older lady. And today, it was a fallen tree. Right in the middle of a busy street.
It’d been an elderly pine, likely due to falter within one or two bad snowstorms by winter’s end. Deimos didn’t feel any remorse for the deposed monolith, even if the two, younger individuals had been pointing fingers at one another at the cause and fault (with some streak marks of blackened portions on the bark, one could guess some lightning magic and uncontrolled proportions had been involved). After discussions and wrangling adults and said children, the Sword had said he’d take care of it, and there he was.
Shaking his head, and only giving one roll of his eyes, he’d already dragged a couple sleds over, figuring there was no need for the giant portion of timber to go to waste. Thereafter, he began incantations along the top portion, beginning to utilize both Earth and Air to cut away stray branches and the canopy of needles.
RE: wood you believe it - Iskra - 06-09-2026
[say]"Ahhh, she fell sooner than I expected,"[/say] Iskra murmurs as he strolls up behind Deimos, the man hard at work as he drifts around the canopy of limbs and needles that he's presently working on. Goose gives one, sharp bark as if his own brand of agreement, although it likely has more to do with his thoughts on which branch he'd like to gnaw on than any sage wisdom regarding tree longevity.
Thumping the dog's head against his leg with his free hand, Iskra pets the mongrel with a rough adoration. [say]"Glad this is all the commotion turned out to be. I was worried it was something worse than firewood offering itself up."[/say] Iskra laughs faintly, smearing the dog's ear around absently before giving one, final parting pat and then pushing forward to the tree.
[say]"I can help,"[/say] he offers, not waiting for agreement before unhooking his axe from his belt and sending it driving into the other end of branches opposite of Deimos' focus. The wood shivers against the force and the bite of the metal.
RE: wood you believe it - Deimos - 06-09-2026
Brows furrowed in concentration, he’d still paid attention to his surroundings; an age-old habit from too many intervals of enemies plunging from all directions. Nowadays it was simply to spot incoming individuals, so he gave a gruff snort at Iskra’s appearance, shaking his head as the Earth magic split another component off of the main trunk – air incantations lofting it in front of Goose as an offering. [say]“It had some assistance,”[/say] which the woodcutter would be able to spot instantly, what with the tarnished, scarred proportions.
Pushing his air out of his face, and then opting to eventually place it into a messy bun configuration, he settled another contorted and collection of brambles and boughs into a sled. [say]“That is true. I know the others would like to use the road,”[/say] at which he glanced up, noticing a few huffing their way around or turning to go back a different route with carts. [say]“But they can wait a moment, and we can utilize this.”[/say] Nodding at his implication of helping, he broke off some more pieces, ignoring the ongoing chatter nearby. [say]“How has your Deepfrost been?”[/say]
RE: wood you believe it - Iskra - 06-12-2026
Goose leaps forward to seize the offered limbs, front paws lifting off the ground with the eagerness to seize it before allowing it to drift towards him, much like one burns their mouth on something they know is too hot in desire to taste it sooner (and soon after, tastes nothing at all). The husky gladly trots off with his prize, head tilting as the unbalanced weight of it drags him sideways a bit. He'll go find a snowdrift to lie in and hold the stick between his paws so he can properly gnaw at it. [say]"Don't bloody your mouth on the damn thing this time!"[/say] Iskra shoots over at the dog, as if he can understand him, much less be inclined to heed him.
Amusement quirks Iskra's lips to the side at Deimos' comment. True enough, Iskra spies the blemishes of magic on the trunk as his axe cleaves away branches, his pace respectable beside the Warden's magical might if only from the habit of expertise. [say]"Your boy?"[/say] he wonders, knowing there'd be little left if it'd been Deimos himself to have marred it. Some in-town practice of incantations is not surprising.
[say]"Won't take long,"[/say] he agrees, grunting as his axe sticks and requires a wriggle to get it free. He thumbs the end of it, a reminder to sharpen it when he gets home, then sets it back against the wood until the bough is sheared away. Gathering his own armfuls of limbs to cart to the sled, Iskra brightens at the question, thoughts immediately drifting to the fine time he'd had with Mel here for so long. [say]"Best one yet,"[/say] he beams, unloading the branches in one great heft of his arms. [say]"The festival was a fine one this year, and Melita really enjoyed immersing herself in Halo."[/say] Enjoyed might be an optional word for some of the activities. [say]"Planning to head Torchline's way for Longnight again this year, trade roles."[/say] Become a beach bum with her for the week or so of darkness, a true Caido snowbird. [say]"You? Things well with the newborn?"[/say]