I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra had not spent enough time in Deimos' company to appreciate the craftsmanship he could unleash. He knew enough of the the Warden that he was grateful such a man led their city; someone who did more than rule, but who worked hard for the region and its people. Deimos spent the time amongst them when he could spare it, and when he could not he was not idle, but rather fortifying their safety and their comforts, brandishing himself as a wall upon which their threats could break against. Deimos had always been many things to Halo, and thus to Iskra, but a man diligent in artistry had never been one that crossed Iskra's mind.
"Thank you," Iskra grunted, as he reached up for a bough, pulling it down for inspection. "I think there is something to be said about the search though. Especially for this particular item." He'd look 50 years if he had to, although he supposed the window for it to be meaningful would have passed by then, and at what point was the pride worth exchanging for some magical manipulations? Not yet at least, when it had not even been 1 hour. Iskra released the branch, deeming it inadequate.
A growl split the air as Goose flattened near the ground. He'd stayed still when Iskra had moved to check the woods, but the dog's attention was not on any of them. His fur rose stiffly along his back and his tail lifted like a sentinel behind him. A distance from them, but one that seemed uncomfortably too close still, an actual voidshade ursur rumbled through the mud and thickets. He either hadn't noticed them yet, or chose to ignore them, for now.
"Goose," Iskra hissed between clenched teeth, fingers snapping in reprimand at the mongrel. "Quiet."
"Thank you," Iskra grunted, as he reached up for a bough, pulling it down for inspection. "I think there is something to be said about the search though. Especially for this particular item." He'd look 50 years if he had to, although he supposed the window for it to be meaningful would have passed by then, and at what point was the pride worth exchanging for some magical manipulations? Not yet at least, when it had not even been 1 hour. Iskra released the branch, deeming it inadequate.
A growl split the air as Goose flattened near the ground. He'd stayed still when Iskra had moved to check the woods, but the dog's attention was not on any of them. His fur rose stiffly along his back and his tail lifted like a sentinel behind him. A distance from them, but one that seemed uncomfortably too close still, an actual voidshade ursur rumbled through the mud and thickets. He either hadn't noticed them yet, or chose to ignore them, for now.
"Goose," Iskra hissed between clenched teeth, fingers snapping in reprimand at the mongrel. "Quiet."
Iskra
