I will be your lighthouse
He did not immediately respond to her question, though the visible flinch that ended in a dry gulp demonstrated he had heard it. It was not an easy thing to explain or admit to. He instead plunged all his focus on the breakfast, relieved at her terse agreement to it. It was something, even if it was only a frail buffer to the storm that would still unleash.
At her acceptance, he spun on his heels (which was a mistake as his brain swam in his skull) and ducked into his tent to pull out the supplies. "You look well," he called over his shoulder as he grabbed the pan and the box of eggs he'd packed in preparation for his camping trip here. When he popped back out of the tent, items in hand, he offered her one of his sunny smiles. Perhaps, if he pretended all was well instead of rolling over like a kicked dog, everything would miraculously snap back into place, a puzzle that was never overturned and its pieces left scattered. "Something's different," he mused as he kept sneaking (very obvious) glances at her in between setting the pot down on last night's fire pit. He snapped some collected kindling into sizable pieces and stuffed them under the kitchenware. "Is it your hair? A new necklace?"
Goose meanwhile kept watching Sila as the dragon flitted around, looking very much like a toy. The dog, however, was always wary of other people's companions, as most tended to be larger or fiercer than he. The husky snorted softly, but gave up on tracking the dragon as Iskra fumbled with all the breakfast items. Carefully, the dog crept closer, waiting for Iskra's back to be turned as he busied himself with the fire. Licking his chops, Goose plunged his snout into the box of eggs and daintily took one in his mouth. Before he could be reprimanded, he trotted a bit away, his prize cradled on his tongue.
At her acceptance, he spun on his heels (which was a mistake as his brain swam in his skull) and ducked into his tent to pull out the supplies. "You look well," he called over his shoulder as he grabbed the pan and the box of eggs he'd packed in preparation for his camping trip here. When he popped back out of the tent, items in hand, he offered her one of his sunny smiles. Perhaps, if he pretended all was well instead of rolling over like a kicked dog, everything would miraculously snap back into place, a puzzle that was never overturned and its pieces left scattered. "Something's different," he mused as he kept sneaking (very obvious) glances at her in between setting the pot down on last night's fire pit. He snapped some collected kindling into sizable pieces and stuffed them under the kitchenware. "Is it your hair? A new necklace?"
Goose meanwhile kept watching Sila as the dragon flitted around, looking very much like a toy. The dog, however, was always wary of other people's companions, as most tended to be larger or fiercer than he. The husky snorted softly, but gave up on tracking the dragon as Iskra fumbled with all the breakfast items. Carefully, the dog crept closer, waiting for Iskra's back to be turned as he busied himself with the fire. Licking his chops, Goose plunged his snout into the box of eggs and daintily took one in his mouth. Before he could be reprimanded, he trotted a bit away, his prize cradled on his tongue.
Iskra
