ISKRA
He glances towards the assortment of drink she hoists from her pack, 'brows lifting, impressed with her collection. With the sails catching the mild wind, Iskra sets the rudder so it'll stay straight (enough) and abandons his post as Captain to grab a drink of his own. He selects on the repasados, having had many a drink with his mom before tonight, and choosing to honor her on most of those occasions with her spirit of choice. He holds it up in a cheers to Mel, a smile finding its place on his features despite everything.
Tilting his head back to take a swig, he chuckles around the bottle at her sputtering, barely managing to avoid it himself as the laughter and the burn mix. He grins tauntingly over the bottle at her, wiping away the kiss of alcohol with the back of a hand as the bottle drops limply to his side. "Yeah," he confirms, nodding for extra emphasis. Though Sah lives in the same area as him, that isn't exactly what he meant. Smirking at her name, he can't keep back the low laugh that threads into his recounting.
"He's strong," Iskra admits with a mild grimace at the memory. "Ended up getting into a fight with him...I think. I did most of the fighting, he mostly was trying not to." Not one of his finer moments, but if he can admit it to anyone, it's her. "I called him out about the," he squints and just ends up gesturing vaguely towards her. "He's adamant it was an accident. Says he went all out because you'd always been stronger, that he didn't realize as a fresh demi-god you'd been weakened." Iskra scratches idly at his chin, still not entirely sure what to make of it. Sah had certainly seemed honest, but it's a bizarre thing for such a quick death to result in a tournament of all places.
Tilting his head back to take a swig, he chuckles around the bottle at her sputtering, barely managing to avoid it himself as the laughter and the burn mix. He grins tauntingly over the bottle at her, wiping away the kiss of alcohol with the back of a hand as the bottle drops limply to his side. "Yeah," he confirms, nodding for extra emphasis. Though Sah lives in the same area as him, that isn't exactly what he meant. Smirking at her name, he can't keep back the low laugh that threads into his recounting.
"He's strong," Iskra admits with a mild grimace at the memory. "Ended up getting into a fight with him...I think. I did most of the fighting, he mostly was trying not to." Not one of his finer moments, but if he can admit it to anyone, it's her. "I called him out about the," he squints and just ends up gesturing vaguely towards her. "He's adamant it was an accident. Says he went all out because you'd always been stronger, that he didn't realize as a fresh demi-god you'd been weakened." Iskra scratches idly at his chin, still not entirely sure what to make of it. Sah had certainly seemed honest, but it's a bizarre thing for such a quick death to result in a tournament of all places.
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
