I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra reached down absently to pat the top of Goose's head, ruffling the dog's fur and flopping his ears back and forth a bit. It helped break the steady eye contact Goose had kept on both Belial and Zuriel, his wary gaze darting rapidly between the two, unsure which was a more serious threat. At the reassurance of the hand, the beast let loose a yawn and licked at his lips, but he did not leave the safety of Iskra's side. "I don't think we'll be so lucky for that yet." Iskra murmured, aware of the work steadily being done around Caido, but also recalling the recent broadcast where a new garden had been planted by the Family. Not to mention his bad luck at finding flowers, although inebriation might have played a role with that.
Reassured by Deimos' offer of protection, which was for the best since they had spotted some Ursur scat earlier, Iskra nodded. As for what he was doing? His best. "Well, I'm not sure how to explain it." Iskra grabbed the back of his neck with one hand as he tried not to sound like a silly babbling artisan. "I want to make a wood carving, but I have a certain color in mind, and it has to be the right side... and shape." All answers that were not actual answers he realized with a slight frown. "I don't know how to explain it, I just know when I see it."
He suddenly strode towards a nearby bough, gesturing at it while talking over his shoulder at Deimos. "Kinda like this, but see how this twists right here, that won't be good. So something a bit larger and no twists on the end - the middle would be ok. I was hoping for the lightest shade with some dark intermixed." He wasn't entirely sure what altered some of the bark color. Soil nutrients, sun, rain... so many factors to the trees, and he was not one that grew them.
Reassured by Deimos' offer of protection, which was for the best since they had spotted some Ursur scat earlier, Iskra nodded. As for what he was doing? His best. "Well, I'm not sure how to explain it." Iskra grabbed the back of his neck with one hand as he tried not to sound like a silly babbling artisan. "I want to make a wood carving, but I have a certain color in mind, and it has to be the right side... and shape." All answers that were not actual answers he realized with a slight frown. "I don't know how to explain it, I just know when I see it."
He suddenly strode towards a nearby bough, gesturing at it while talking over his shoulder at Deimos. "Kinda like this, but see how this twists right here, that won't be good. So something a bit larger and no twists on the end - the middle would be ok. I was hoping for the lightest shade with some dark intermixed." He wasn't entirely sure what altered some of the bark color. Soil nutrients, sun, rain... so many factors to the trees, and he was not one that grew them.
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