Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Iskra's eyes widened in surprise. First, at the strikingly, haunting sterling gaze the stranger leveled him with. An unnatural gaze, Iskra thought warily, as if something equally terrible and beautiful ran in the man's veins. Second, at the harnessed starlight that drifted midair, cosmic words answering in lieu of a voice. Zen, the stars said, and Iskra glanced at the man, repeating the word to be sure he understood it. "Zen? Well met." He pushed his hands deeper into his pockets and leaned into the pull of his jacket as he watched the next array of starlight scripture."Hmmm," Iskra mused aloud. He had lived in Halo for many years now, but given his tendencies to stay curled up in bed or isolated in the woods, he was probably one of the worst people to ask about the sights of the city. "Well the Citadel is a must see. Aside from its beauty alone, it also has our barracks and academy. It is where many stay and train, and where our decisions are made." Admittedly coming from a family of warriors, Iskra was proud to see Halo balance both the book and the sword so equally. Many cities tended to favor one over the other. "Not too far from here is the Kraai, a nice little bar where you can warm your spirits." Now that was one haunt Iskra did frequent in town. In fact, probably once the sun was setting, he'd be there.
"So where're you from then, if you're just exploring?"
