ISKRA
Her assistance is accepted with a grateful smile, glancing towards her as she adds her known favors to the meager offering he provides. He'll take note for the future, and sucks in a breath of regret at not asking her more outright before forging ahead now, as if he had to do so alone, as if she hadn't reminded him time and time again he needn't. "Thank you," he murmurs to her, settling in then to offer his plea to her god.
Iskra can't quite tell when Ludo appears, but its there all the same suddenly, child-like in size and word. Iskra is struck silent, never having observed a god in such a personal manner, and finds the slightest smile tugging at his lips as Ludo sweeps up each item into the folds and shadows of its robes. The blanket makes a fine mantle, and the licorice wags like wheat in a farmer's maw as Ludo clarifies he likes (and subsequent dislike, of the cold). Goose, as skittish as he can be at times, does not shy away from Ludo's touch, and in fact angles his head into the pats. He is a glutton for praise and affection, be it from spooky rags draped around a divine hand or not.
As Ludo imparts its requirements, Iskra nods in understanding, quietly repeating each task back to himself. The last words though, they leave him wondering, though not for long.
"THANK YOU LUDO" Iskra claps his hands over his mouth, mortified that he's let his excitement run away with him and succumb to shouting at the deity. He clears his throat, an apologetic smile there as he tries again. "I'LL REMEMBER YOU—" Iskra sucks in his breath with a frown, glancing up at Mel with a shadow of panic. "I DON'T KN—" Iskra bites back the rest and presses his teeth together in a grimace as he rises, suddenly anxious to leave. Hell, he needs to go for a run or something, clear his head and his throat. "I'LL BE BACK!" he promise-yells to Ludo with a hand raising in farewell.
(I know this doesn't count as one of the yelling threads but I had to start!)
[FIN]
Iskra can't quite tell when Ludo appears, but its there all the same suddenly, child-like in size and word. Iskra is struck silent, never having observed a god in such a personal manner, and finds the slightest smile tugging at his lips as Ludo sweeps up each item into the folds and shadows of its robes. The blanket makes a fine mantle, and the licorice wags like wheat in a farmer's maw as Ludo clarifies he likes (and subsequent dislike, of the cold). Goose, as skittish as he can be at times, does not shy away from Ludo's touch, and in fact angles his head into the pats. He is a glutton for praise and affection, be it from spooky rags draped around a divine hand or not.
As Ludo imparts its requirements, Iskra nods in understanding, quietly repeating each task back to himself. The last words though, they leave him wondering, though not for long.
"THANK YOU LUDO" Iskra claps his hands over his mouth, mortified that he's let his excitement run away with him and succumb to shouting at the deity. He clears his throat, an apologetic smile there as he tries again. "I'LL REMEMBER YOU—" Iskra sucks in his breath with a frown, glancing up at Mel with a shadow of panic. "I DON'T KN—" Iskra bites back the rest and presses his teeth together in a grimace as he rises, suddenly anxious to leave. Hell, he needs to go for a run or something, clear his head and his throat. "I'LL BE BACK!" he promise-yells to Ludo with a hand raising in farewell.
(I know this doesn't count as one of the yelling threads but I had to start!)
[FIN]
Chopping my wood, but this tree’s too hard
Chopping my wood, my axe isn’t sharp
Chopping my wood, split through the heart and it tears me apart
Chopping my wood, my axe isn’t sharp
Chopping my wood, split through the heart and it tears me apart
