ISKRA
Iskra nods along as she recounts some of the things she'd told him before about Ludo, suspiciously absent of required tasks like hanging out with him.
Goose reappears suddenly, all ideas for play tossed aside among the sand and boardwalk as the promise of food attracts the glutton. The wet nose slides against Iskra's exposed legs, hot breath like a cruel exhaust set against his already warmed skin. Iskra elbows the mongrel away with a grunt, mid-bite, cheese pulling in delicious strands between his mouth and his wrapped delight. Goose sees the opportunity and seizes it (as if Iskra wasn't going to share with him in a civilized manner in a moment) and mouths at the cheese spread. Iskra recoils with a muffled outcry, Goose's teeth flashing as cheese whips messily around his mouth. He zeroes in on the hand-held source and lunges, half in Iskra's lap before he's grabbed his prize and slipped under the table to Melita's side for safety.
Iskra chokes down his bite, seething with a growled out "Goose!" The admonishment does little when the hound has a cheesy delight as reward for his actions.
Iskra huffs, reaching for a different order of his. "You definitely like chaos," he agrees with a grin, and can't help but be drawn to her god for similar reasons. Yet, the worry remains, the negative always sticking like an oil slick while the positives seem to splash and dry up inside him. "Soooo, Ludo has never asked you to do something you didn't like? Or...require you to spend time with someone?" Iskra can't say being struck by lightning willingly is on his list of favorite things, but he can see why Ludo asked it of him.
Goose reappears suddenly, all ideas for play tossed aside among the sand and boardwalk as the promise of food attracts the glutton. The wet nose slides against Iskra's exposed legs, hot breath like a cruel exhaust set against his already warmed skin. Iskra elbows the mongrel away with a grunt, mid-bite, cheese pulling in delicious strands between his mouth and his wrapped delight. Goose sees the opportunity and seizes it (as if Iskra wasn't going to share with him in a civilized manner in a moment) and mouths at the cheese spread. Iskra recoils with a muffled outcry, Goose's teeth flashing as cheese whips messily around his mouth. He zeroes in on the hand-held source and lunges, half in Iskra's lap before he's grabbed his prize and slipped under the table to Melita's side for safety.
Iskra chokes down his bite, seething with a growled out "Goose!" The admonishment does little when the hound has a cheesy delight as reward for his actions.
Iskra huffs, reaching for a different order of his. "You definitely like chaos," he agrees with a grin, and can't help but be drawn to her god for similar reasons. Yet, the worry remains, the negative always sticking like an oil slick while the positives seem to splash and dry up inside him. "Soooo, Ludo has never asked you to do something you didn't like? Or...require you to spend time with someone?" Iskra can't say being struck by lightning willingly is on his list of favorite things, but he can see why Ludo asked it of him.
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
