Iskra
His time in Torchline continues to extend. At first, he'd stayed by choice. The trek to fulfill Ludo’s quest—one he’d been deeply opposed to—had brought him here. But once he arrived, he slipped easily back into Torchline’s better moments. So he’d lingered, letting himself enjoy it a little longer before returning to Halo—until the pool party changed everything. Since then he remained, nestling in the safety of Haulani while deliberating next steps to take. Halo is home, but he for right now, this feels safer, and he be of some use to Melita or the town while he waits. Though, he is starting to get anxious to return to his own bed, to ensure his own region is not facing newfound trials, and Deimos' actions amid the fray have him curious.
So he's still here, out for a stroll along the shores back to places that inspire him with joy, something he'll gladly gather to help push out all the darker portions that still remain with him. He's walking aimlessly along the colorful stones, dressed for water though he remains dry, chucking a stick back and forth for Goose. The dog races up and down the coast, happily splashing through the easy waves and dancing around gysers with a fit of barks at the mysterious and color-producing vents, the mist casting rainbows in all directions. It’s on one such streak down the shore that Goose spots Liam, his playful gallop halting as he veers toward the partial stranger.
"Hey!" Iskra calls out cheerfully, though Goose has since stopped dead. The dog goes rigid, his previously loose posture and happy tail at seeing someone he kinda knows amid the waves, now stiff. Hackles raise, and Goose's lips pull back in a deep-throated growl that sets Iskra's features to an immediate frown.
So he's still here, out for a stroll along the shores back to places that inspire him with joy, something he'll gladly gather to help push out all the darker portions that still remain with him. He's walking aimlessly along the colorful stones, dressed for water though he remains dry, chucking a stick back and forth for Goose. The dog races up and down the coast, happily splashing through the easy waves and dancing around gysers with a fit of barks at the mysterious and color-producing vents, the mist casting rainbows in all directions. It’s on one such streak down the shore that Goose spots Liam, his playful gallop halting as he veers toward the partial stranger.
"Hey!" Iskra calls out cheerfully, though Goose has since stopped dead. The dog goes rigid, his previously loose posture and happy tail at seeing someone he kinda knows amid the waves, now stiff. Hackles raise, and Goose's lips pull back in a deep-throated growl that sets Iskra's features to an immediate frown.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
