ISKRA
He remains half attentive to the events, gaze scanning the crowd every so often instead for the telltale signs of Melita's red hair spilling through it like unbound flame. When she does return she's like a conquering hero, prizes in hand in the shape of breaded knots. He glances over at her with a curious rise of his features, but he knows better than to ask. She likely wouldn't tell him anyway, and often there's not much deeper meaning to her mischief than just because. So whether Thorn deserved it or whether he's just an unfortunate result of convenience, Iskra is content not knowing and just enjoying the fact that his pants were left alone.
He tears some of her offered pretzel off, rolling his eyes as Vesper breaks out into the arena. "Surprised he doesn't look more like a donkey," Iskra mutters to her, because, y'know, he's an ass. When it's Sunjata's ride up next, he elbows her excitedly. "I didn't know your uncle is in this!" As the pegasus leaps out of the chute and quickly unseats his rider Iskra laughs with the entertainment of it all, cheering out louder for the known bull.
The events wind to a close though, and aside from watching Sunjata fall prey to a lasso-trap, the fun is through and the winners announced. "C'mon," he tells Mel as he stands, "let's go for a walk and then head home."
He tears some of her offered pretzel off, rolling his eyes as Vesper breaks out into the arena. "Surprised he doesn't look more like a donkey," Iskra mutters to her, because, y'know, he's an ass. When it's Sunjata's ride up next, he elbows her excitedly. "I didn't know your uncle is in this!" As the pegasus leaps out of the chute and quickly unseats his rider Iskra laughs with the entertainment of it all, cheering out louder for the known bull.
The events wind to a close though, and aside from watching Sunjata fall prey to a lasso-trap, the fun is through and the winners announced. "C'mon," he tells Mel as he stands, "let's go for a walk and then head home."
Yippee-ki-yay
