ISKRA
He laughs at her tease, rising from their seats with wrapped food in hand, leftovers that he'll devour later because it's too good to waste. Her presence and humor are enough to waylay the creeping weight of his mother, at least for a bit longer. So when she asks him, and he glances up to see the sunset tangled in her hair, the sea like a shawl she wears, the steady warmth in her amber gaze, it lets him answer with certainty. "Yeah, I think I finally am."
He follows after her, Goose trailing loosely at his side, the dog swinging back and forth between him as various smells call to the hound. He makes no ceremony about loading the pack and their wrapped food into the small boat, just a quiet focus on one task after the other, unwilling to look too far ahead at what remains after all the tasks are over. He offers an arm to help her into the boat, whistles and shoves Goose into it as well and ensures Sila and Fangorn can manage before heaving against the hull and sliding it out into the water. He jumps aboard before it slips too far from shore, and settles at the sail and wheel like he'd never left.
"I meant to tell you," he says conversationally as they sail towards more open water, the night gradually moving with them in a curtain of purple. "I saw Sah." there's a wry twist to his expression, and he glances from the ocean to her.
He follows after her, Goose trailing loosely at his side, the dog swinging back and forth between him as various smells call to the hound. He makes no ceremony about loading the pack and their wrapped food into the small boat, just a quiet focus on one task after the other, unwilling to look too far ahead at what remains after all the tasks are over. He offers an arm to help her into the boat, whistles and shoves Goose into it as well and ensures Sila and Fangorn can manage before heaving against the hull and sliding it out into the water. He jumps aboard before it slips too far from shore, and settles at the sail and wheel like he'd never left.
"I meant to tell you," he says conversationally as they sail towards more open water, the night gradually moving with them in a curtain of purple. "I saw Sah." there's a wry twist to his expression, and he glances from the ocean to her.
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
