ISKRA
There's no softness to her as her attention whipped to him, her bite causing him to straighten like a child reprimanded by a vexed adult. "SORRY!" he offered, the attempt at an apologetic grin faltering into a subdued frown. "I CAN'T STOP IT—I HAVE TO YELL, BECAUSE LUDO HATES THE COLD!" He had to explain somehow that he wasn't normally this much, and he'd spread the word about the god's distaste of climate to any and all who would listen so they wouldn't have to suffer the same fate. At least, it was the best theory he'd worked out thus far. All things considered, he got off light, the deities aren't always known for their ability to forgive.
He shook his head at her words, and immediately regretted the motion as he slouched deeper into the rail. The flowers in his hand curled over the edge, seeming to go a bit more limp, like him. "NOT LOST, JUST WANDERING." Poetic, perhaps, if not screamed at her. "NAME'S ISKRA," he offers, willing a smile.
He shook his head at her words, and immediately regretted the motion as he slouched deeper into the rail. The flowers in his hand curled over the edge, seeming to go a bit more limp, like him. "NOT LOST, JUST WANDERING." Poetic, perhaps, if not screamed at her. "NAME'S ISKRA," he offers, willing a smile.
It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
