// "One more drink" I think I'm losing my head now //
He's been meaning to make it to Sunjata's neck of the woods for a while now, see if the Flood needs any assistance to repay him for some favors. The small crowd has his stride slowing though, squinting down at some of the signs. HUGS FREE TO ANYONE WHO WANTS ONE. "No thanks," Iskra mutters, though Goose seems to have a few different opinions on the matter as the willful dog trots right through the group and up towards Vox. The husky wrinkles his nose as he scents the air, uncertain but, determined to find the best stick-thrower amid the group. He's landed on Vox, and proudly deposits his gnawed on branch with a slather of drool.
"Goose," Iskra hisses in that soft-loud way, and though the dog flicks an ear back in clear acknowledgement, he does not move, eyes trained on the stick. A ragged sigh barrels from Iskra as he begrudgingly joins the group, figuring he'll have to play along until he can snatch Goose up, or distract him with something else.
"The hammer," Iskra says with a faint smile, lifting up a hammer from the belt where is axe is tucked. "Because it's final." Maybe not the hammer, but surely it'd do, as he lets it fall from his grip to the ground, heavy and purposeful. He does his best to ignore Vesper, not particularly inclined to fight (and lose) again today, not when his dog is tiptoeing a dangerous line. Iskra saw Vox on the beach, and he's ready to put distance between them.
Iskra drops the hammer!
"Goose," Iskra hisses in that soft-loud way, and though the dog flicks an ear back in clear acknowledgement, he does not move, eyes trained on the stick. A ragged sigh barrels from Iskra as he begrudgingly joins the group, figuring he'll have to play along until he can snatch Goose up, or distract him with something else.
"The hammer," Iskra says with a faint smile, lifting up a hammer from the belt where is axe is tucked. "Because it's final." Maybe not the hammer, but surely it'd do, as he lets it fall from his grip to the ground, heavy and purposeful. He does his best to ignore Vesper, not particularly inclined to fight (and lose) again today, not when his dog is tiptoeing a dangerous line. Iskra saw Vox on the beach, and he's ready to put distance between them.
Iskra drops the hammer!
Iskra
// Tonight we'll make bad memories //
