Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
Iskra largely remained quiet, his gaze drifting to each figure that spoke up, all of them recognizable yet unfamiliar people to him. He resided in Halo, but it hardly felt like he lived in it. Hell, some days just waking up was hard enough, he didn't need city planning and cosmic trifles also perching on his shoulders when his heart and his head already felt like too much.WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
Yet, he was here after all, finally. He was here, not in the woods, not in his bed, and he was listening.
He did not envy Deimos. The Resurrected Sword was a stoic man, but he had proven fair and patient thus far as a leader, in so far as Iskra knew anyway. It could not be easy to lay down the troubles of gods at the feet of your people and in the same breath prepare for the unknown. Iskra sighed quietly, his grip tightening on his cap; restless energy worming its way free.
"Perhaps we could rig the skyships with weaponry and armor plating to be able to battle midair or from above our opponents if need be." Plus, then he could fulfill his dream of being a sky pirate. "And all of our tools are meaningless if we're caught unawares, I think we could have an improved alarm system to immediately alert our citizens of threats so they can react as quickly as possible." Perhaps some form of signal fires or a light system, or something more audible. He supposed it would still require some way of being activated, but it would be quicker to trigger an alarm than hoof it and shout to the people who then would bark orders.
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
