I will be your lighthouse
He was far too hungover to be exercising like this. With each turn and dash, his anger flared, Goose’s name hurled like a curse every time he dodged another grab. The dog, of course, was overjoyed he'd finally convinced the woodcutter to a group game.
At the long and shrill squeak of a duck in Melita's hand, the dog froze, body tall and taut with energy. His ears perked towards her direction, and after a brief pause he bounded over, the shirt abandoned instantly in place of the newfound chew toy. Which, for some reason, was better than the other duck he'd already been given. He shook it vigorously once he had it, and carried it over to Fangorn, showing it off between his paws and bowing in an enticement to play.
Iskra had stilled, afraid to interrupt and send Goose dashing off again. Once his shirt was discarded at Mel's feet, he sighed and closed the distance, one arm on his hip where a stitch had formed in his side, catching with each breath. He grimaced against it as he bent down to retrieve the sorry excuse for a shirt. "Thanks," he muttered to Mel, grateful, but still edged with annoyance for the damn dog's antics. He shook it off to the side, trying to keep the debris away from them, and pulled it over his head after righting it. One of the buttons was missing and the collar was half-consumed on the left side, threads trailing like jellyfish tentacles in a current. "Gods, this was one of my favorites Goose!" He huffed through his nose and leaned into a seat near Mel. He sank onto the dirt and leaf litter, preferring to have the log like a backrest behind him, and feeling defeated enough by his hound that sitting on the ground felt more fitting.
His anger gradually dispersed; something he'd never been able to grip long, like it was nothing more than sand spilling through his hand. "That feels like every day," he laughed in complaint to her, pulling at the back of his neck as if that might relieve the tension of his throbbing head. "Yours I'm sure are much more obedient" He glanced past her to the gourd and the dragon, taking a moment to really see them—something he hadn’t managed before, too clouded by everything else.
At the long and shrill squeak of a duck in Melita's hand, the dog froze, body tall and taut with energy. His ears perked towards her direction, and after a brief pause he bounded over, the shirt abandoned instantly in place of the newfound chew toy. Which, for some reason, was better than the other duck he'd already been given. He shook it vigorously once he had it, and carried it over to Fangorn, showing it off between his paws and bowing in an enticement to play.
Iskra had stilled, afraid to interrupt and send Goose dashing off again. Once his shirt was discarded at Mel's feet, he sighed and closed the distance, one arm on his hip where a stitch had formed in his side, catching with each breath. He grimaced against it as he bent down to retrieve the sorry excuse for a shirt. "Thanks," he muttered to Mel, grateful, but still edged with annoyance for the damn dog's antics. He shook it off to the side, trying to keep the debris away from them, and pulled it over his head after righting it. One of the buttons was missing and the collar was half-consumed on the left side, threads trailing like jellyfish tentacles in a current. "Gods, this was one of my favorites Goose!" He huffed through his nose and leaned into a seat near Mel. He sank onto the dirt and leaf litter, preferring to have the log like a backrest behind him, and feeling defeated enough by his hound that sitting on the ground felt more fitting.
His anger gradually dispersed; something he'd never been able to grip long, like it was nothing more than sand spilling through his hand. "That feels like every day," he laughed in complaint to her, pulling at the back of his neck as if that might relieve the tension of his throbbing head. "Yours I'm sure are much more obedient" He glanced past her to the gourd and the dragon, taking a moment to really see them—something he hadn’t managed before, too clouded by everything else.
Iskra
