I will still be here, stargazing
There's no small amount of relief or pride at Ludo's praise. In part because Iskra hasn't done well in a long while, but also because he's never quite certain what the trickster god will get up to next. Much like dealing with Melita, it could be any number of stray, chaotic thoughts or actions that unfurl, contained only with whim.
Goose groans loudly into the pat, gaze following the trail of rags that are achingly tempting to bite onto as the god pivots and alchemizes. The curiosity soon spirals into fear however as the extremely heavy and shiny ball splits the ground in a new shape, loud and fuzzy in a way that taunts the edges of his fur. Wisely Goose scurries away, while Iskra is left to marvel at the newly formed embodiment of his mother, a weapon he can wield against some of the dangers in life, the ones she did her best to shelter him from in the time she could.
"Thanks, Ludo," Iskra says with no lack of evident wonder as he steps forward. If there's a moment of hesitation in grabbing the handle, it's only because he can feel the promise of a shock on the hilt, an unspun mote of static still clinging there. He'd been struck by actual lightning, this should be a cakewalk. Yet the anticipation of the bite beads along his palm, and he squints against the inevitable as he finally grasps it, jerking back marginally as the zap comes, before fully wresting it free and into his hand.
He grins, merely a boy with a new toy, as he lifts it up and spins the heft of it in his hand. "Time to see if I can chop a tree down without burning up the forest." He, carefully, heads back into the woods, whistling for Goose as he bids Ludo farewell with a jolly wave.
[FIN]
Goose groans loudly into the pat, gaze following the trail of rags that are achingly tempting to bite onto as the god pivots and alchemizes. The curiosity soon spirals into fear however as the extremely heavy and shiny ball splits the ground in a new shape, loud and fuzzy in a way that taunts the edges of his fur. Wisely Goose scurries away, while Iskra is left to marvel at the newly formed embodiment of his mother, a weapon he can wield against some of the dangers in life, the ones she did her best to shelter him from in the time she could.
"Thanks, Ludo," Iskra says with no lack of evident wonder as he steps forward. If there's a moment of hesitation in grabbing the handle, it's only because he can feel the promise of a shock on the hilt, an unspun mote of static still clinging there. He'd been struck by actual lightning, this should be a cakewalk. Yet the anticipation of the bite beads along his palm, and he squints against the inevitable as he finally grasps it, jerking back marginally as the zap comes, before fully wresting it free and into his hand.
He grins, merely a boy with a new toy, as he lifts it up and spins the heft of it in his hand. "Time to see if I can chop a tree down without burning up the forest." He, carefully, heads back into the woods, whistling for Goose as he bids Ludo farewell with a jolly wave.
[FIN]
Iskra
