I will be your lighthouse
Melita
A wet tongue coaxed Iskra to wake, especially as it probed around his nostrils. A leaden hand waved several times until it collided with the dog's face. He gently pushed the beast away, groaning. Goose leaned back until the hand fell off, then gave a series of soft barks. "Shut uuuup" Iskra grumbled, twisting slowly to his side and leaning up on an elbow. He yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Undeterred, the dog circled around him and pounced on his exposed back. "Hey!" Iskra roared, trying to reach back to scruff the mongrel. Goose danced away from his hands, and defeated, Iskra was forced to change tactics as he rose to his feet. The dog danced from side to side at his feet, tail waving. "I'm up, I'm up."
Iskra leaned into a tall stretch, his hands reaching far above him. He felt his bones settling under his skin, some popping with a pleasant sensation. "Gods, what time is it?" he asked of no one in particular. He kept on hand raised, shielding his eyes from the too-bright rays that filtered down from the trees. Everything felt a bit too much this morning, which he supposed meant he'd had a bit too much last night. He remembered bits and pieces of it, especially meeting the stranger, Sunjata, but he honestly didn't remember how he got here. When had he decided to go camping in the woods? Where was his shirt?
A wet tongue coaxed Iskra to wake, especially as it probed around his nostrils. A leaden hand waved several times until it collided with the dog's face. He gently pushed the beast away, groaning. Goose leaned back until the hand fell off, then gave a series of soft barks. "Shut uuuup" Iskra grumbled, twisting slowly to his side and leaning up on an elbow. He yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Undeterred, the dog circled around him and pounced on his exposed back. "Hey!" Iskra roared, trying to reach back to scruff the mongrel. Goose danced away from his hands, and defeated, Iskra was forced to change tactics as he rose to his feet. The dog danced from side to side at his feet, tail waving. "I'm up, I'm up."
Iskra leaned into a tall stretch, his hands reaching far above him. He felt his bones settling under his skin, some popping with a pleasant sensation. "Gods, what time is it?" he asked of no one in particular. He kept on hand raised, shielding his eyes from the too-bright rays that filtered down from the trees. Everything felt a bit too much this morning, which he supposed meant he'd had a bit too much last night. He remembered bits and pieces of it, especially meeting the stranger, Sunjata, but he honestly didn't remember how he got here. When had he decided to go camping in the woods? Where was his shirt?
Iskra
