Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Iskra lifted his gaze as a stranger bustled in next to the pit. He appraised him for a minute, recognizing well the gratitude for the heat. Actual Halo-born folk seemed nearly impervious to the cold, Iskra had always thought, but he was a Torchling babe, and he'd never lost that affinity for the tropical atmosphere. Unlike Zenith, though, he knew Halo rather well and had accumulated a wardrobe to combat it over the years."Hey. New here?" he smiled in greeting. "I'm Iskra, a woodcutter around here." In fact... Iskra leaned over to the bits of wood he still had with him. He'd only refueled the fires, but he could make this one a bit more intense with more fuel. He chucked a few additional logs in, brushing the splinters from his gloved hands when he was satisfied. "What brings you to Halo?"
