I miss the days when I had a smile on my face
As if he'd been made nothing more than a child again, Iskra's eyes grew wide and awestruck as Sunjata held out the gift of a feather to him. "Thank you," Iskra could barely manage the words over his grin as he reached out and clasped the magnificent memento. carefully he ran a thumb along it, zipping the soft strands of the feather together, then rolling the shaft in his hand carefully. Suddenly, he lifted his gaze, a frown dimming the joy that had just been there. "I don't have anything to give you," he said it like he'd just been gutted by a blade. He began to look around him, eyes frantically searching the meager possessions he'd brought with him here. "I have Goose fur," he muttered, glancing down at the pale smattering of dog hair all over his clothes. Speaking of, where had that damn beast run off to this whole time?
"My dog," he amended after a moment, realizing that goose fur made him sound like some hillside bumpkin that made up words. "Not sure you really want that though," he admitted. "I could make you something. I am a woodcutter by trade, but I carve sometimes too, or do some carpentry."
"My dog," he amended after a moment, realizing that goose fur made him sound like some hillside bumpkin that made up words. "Not sure you really want that though," he admitted. "I could make you something. I am a woodcutter by trade, but I carve sometimes too, or do some carpentry."
Iskra
