I will still be here, stargazing
"Do you have plans to use this soon?" Iskra asked pointedly as he slipped between the guards, Belial and Zuriel, at a wary distance. At his heels Goose wasn't so lucky and stopped short, the dog eying the creatures with a soft whine of complaint, his body dropping low as Belial snuffled around right where Iskra had stepped into the doorway. Iskra glanced back at the sound, but seeing Goose no worse for wear let the shy mutt deal with his own insecurities as Iskra refocused on the Warden - he had told the dog he could stay home after all and Goose had refused, albeit he'd likely believed they'd be doing their usual venturing into the snow to cut wood today.
Iskra wished that could be the case, but he had more or less volunteered to help. Not because Iskra loved refurbishing jails, but because he wanted to contribute a bit more to this city. Which, to be honest, was Goose's fault. Iskra was content to rot away in his bed all day until the dog showed him that maybe there was a reason to get up each day after all. So, he kind of hoped Belial ate Goose and then he could go back to sleeping in and ignoring the world.
Sighing under his breath Iskra moved towards an opposite wall from Deimos, reaching out to brush away the built-up grime and push at the strength of the room, testing just how difficult this task would prove to be. His hands slipped to his hips in a perfect dad stance as he regarded the structure.
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Iskra has an axe with him and his pet dog, Goose.
Iskra wished that could be the case, but he had more or less volunteered to help. Not because Iskra loved refurbishing jails, but because he wanted to contribute a bit more to this city. Which, to be honest, was Goose's fault. Iskra was content to rot away in his bed all day until the dog showed him that maybe there was a reason to get up each day after all. So, he kind of hoped Belial ate Goose and then he could go back to sleeping in and ignoring the world.
Sighing under his breath Iskra moved towards an opposite wall from Deimos, reaching out to brush away the built-up grime and push at the strength of the room, testing just how difficult this task would prove to be. His hands slipped to his hips in a perfect dad stance as he regarded the structure.
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Iskra has an axe with him and his pet dog, Goose.
Iskra
