I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
"Why not," he grins, "always makes the work go faster in my opinion." He doesn't normally add orange juice to his, but he knows that colors it better for such an early start. As the door opens Iskra looks over, the two greeting amid a boquet as he reaches for one of the biscuits to munch on. "Hi Alys, I'm Iskra," he says warmly in response, offering her a crumb-speckled smile.
The arrival of the bear, however pint-size, set's Goose's hackles to lifting in nervous warning. Sascha might be smaller than the typical bear, but the smell is similar, and those claws are no joke—Goose doesn't want any of the smoke. He stays in the further back part of the house, continuing to sniff, glancing sidelong at the bear to keep tabs on it.
At Elizabeth's sweet insistence for assistance, Iskra nodded and popped the rest of the biscuit in his mouth. "You got it," he mumbled around the bread as he headed back out the door, the chill not so terrible to require him fussing with his jacket for such a short jaunt. It doesn't take long to find her stacked wood and he crouches next to it, one arm used as a tray to begin stacking some in, the other reaching and organizing with a quick, well-practiced pattern. Although all Halo residents are accustomed to carting around chopped wood, he might have a bit more practice with doing it the fastest and most efficient, just one aspect of his daily work.
Balancing the pyramid of fire-fuel, Iskra heads back inside, leaning the wood against his chest and balancing carefully as he pulls his hand from the top as a security cover just long enough to open to door knob. He shoulders his way inside and bumps the door closed with a foot. The roar of her fireplace is a welcome noise and warmth, and he's grateful for the heat after being outside. He sets about redistributing the wood back into a neat pile near the fireplace, ready for easy access when she needs it later.
Iskra gathers wood from outside and brings it inside!
The arrival of the bear, however pint-size, set's Goose's hackles to lifting in nervous warning. Sascha might be smaller than the typical bear, but the smell is similar, and those claws are no joke—Goose doesn't want any of the smoke. He stays in the further back part of the house, continuing to sniff, glancing sidelong at the bear to keep tabs on it.
At Elizabeth's sweet insistence for assistance, Iskra nodded and popped the rest of the biscuit in his mouth. "You got it," he mumbled around the bread as he headed back out the door, the chill not so terrible to require him fussing with his jacket for such a short jaunt. It doesn't take long to find her stacked wood and he crouches next to it, one arm used as a tray to begin stacking some in, the other reaching and organizing with a quick, well-practiced pattern. Although all Halo residents are accustomed to carting around chopped wood, he might have a bit more practice with doing it the fastest and most efficient, just one aspect of his daily work.
Balancing the pyramid of fire-fuel, Iskra heads back inside, leaning the wood against his chest and balancing carefully as he pulls his hand from the top as a security cover just long enough to open to door knob. He shoulders his way inside and bumps the door closed with a foot. The roar of her fireplace is a welcome noise and warmth, and he's grateful for the heat after being outside. He sets about redistributing the wood back into a neat pile near the fireplace, ready for easy access when she needs it later.
Iskra gathers wood from outside and brings it inside!
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
