[Training] Sandy claws is coming to town

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

He's in town to see Mel, but he's taking his sweet time to loiter through the familiar streets, the strange feeling of coming home after so long something that still stirs up weird each time he comes back here. It's in part because so many things have changed, while others yet have remained the same. If he spent more time here, and he is, it'd fade more and more each time.

Goose trots along beside him, learning these routes now as well as the ones back home, his memory sharper than Iskra's when it comes to smells. The dog also has no past ghosts here to worry about, an enviable thing. The weight of Ampere and the half-made Gaucho are on his back, something he's trying to grow accustomed to. He's stil half a mind to enchant them into something small or summoned, but one step at a time, he needed to make the shield first, and also stop pissing off Ludo.

He lifts a hand, although the sun is muted behind clouds that release rain intermittently. His slow stroll is half for another reason too. He's looking for someone who might be down to fight, and Torchline generally supplies it's fair share of brawlers.

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS

Daydream that the world stands still
Dancing through the fibers of time

Callum strolls through Haulani with the ease of someone who knows these streets well - better, perhaps, even than most who live here. It's Flowerbirth in Torchline, and with the changing seasons has come an influx of tourists. And where the tourists go, so, too, does the crime. Most of it's petty - a pickpocket here, a cutpurse there - but every now and then, there's something big that goes down. And that is what keeps Callum roaming the streets, handing in his pockets, looking for all the world like he's just taking a walk. But really, he's watching, listening, waiting for something to happen. For someone to need his help.

Today has been quiet, and Cal has just wrapped up a jaunt around a market square when he sees a sight that one does not often see in these parts: a husky, born and bred for the frigid climes of Halo, and yet roaming these streets as though memorizing them. It stays alongside a man who looks perhaps vaguely familiar, but certainly not someone Callum knows well. The stranger seems calm enough, but as he raises a hand to look around, Cal gets the distinct impression that he's looking for something. Or maybe someone.

So Callum meanders over, offering a friendly smile. "Hey," he says, gaze flickering to the dog, in case it isn't friendly. "Looking for something?"

Maybe I just want to hold
Something that was never meant to be mine

Callum

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

The voice that calls out lifts his attention from a hazy wash around the area to a focused line sent towards Callum. ”Hi?” he offers back, uncertain if this is someone he really ought to recognize or not. There’s a glimmer of something there, but could be Callum has one of those types of faces. Goose halts, his tongue freed in a mild pant as he glances back, but remains where he is politely ignoring the stranger, as if expecting only a brief pause before he and Iskra continue.

”Kinda,” Iskra responds with a sheepish smile. It sounds, strange to say it out loud, but there’s far worse things he supposes. ”I was hoping to find someone to fight with.” Which, put like that sounds like a confession for assault. ”Just, a spar,” he reassures.

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS