// I've been trying to fix my pride //
Goose picked up on Sunjata long before Iskra did, his movement stilling as he stood stiff on a rock. Iskra took a hint from the hound and gave pause behind him, glancing over the direction Goose stared, ears strained, nose twitching. "Wha—" Iskra's voice is cut off as Goose gives a low bark as the Flood rounds the corner on them. His hackles are lifted, the effect of the nerves from trying to figure out the sounds he could hear. There's no residual threat in the dog as Sunjata calls over to them though, the fur already starting to soften back to flat.
Relieved to see a familiar face and not the void, the tension in Iskra slackens, his own hand lifting in welcome. "Hey Sunjata," Iskra says as the distance vanishes between them, Goose straining forward to sniff at the other man, tail wagging the faintest bit. "Looking to mine some ore for a new weapon," Iskra says as he lifts his pickaxe as if in proof. "I asked Ludo to help me make a greataxe, so he set me on a quest. Almost done." Iskra doesn't dwell on his one remaining task, perhaps the hardest thing of all that Ludo assigned him—honoring his late mother.
He's got enough to keep his mind busy here with heat and dangerous footing all striving to wear him out before he's even swung his tool into the ground. "Yourself?" Iskra asks, glancing over at the Archon's seemingly bare hands. Then, as an after thought, "I've never actually mined ore before...you got any tips?"
Relieved to see a familiar face and not the void, the tension in Iskra slackens, his own hand lifting in welcome. "Hey Sunjata," Iskra says as the distance vanishes between them, Goose straining forward to sniff at the other man, tail wagging the faintest bit. "Looking to mine some ore for a new weapon," Iskra says as he lifts his pickaxe as if in proof. "I asked Ludo to help me make a greataxe, so he set me on a quest. Almost done." Iskra doesn't dwell on his one remaining task, perhaps the hardest thing of all that Ludo assigned him—honoring his late mother.
He's got enough to keep his mind busy here with heat and dangerous footing all striving to wear him out before he's even swung his tool into the ground. "Yourself?" Iskra asks, glancing over at the Archon's seemingly bare hands. Then, as an after thought, "I've never actually mined ore before...you got any tips?"
Iskra
// But that shit's broken //
