ISKRA
Goose is pleased with any response he can rouse from all of them, so when Fangorn starts to toddle around, vines waving, his speed and bounds increase. He leans into his front paws, nose driving sideways into the snow as he side eyes a nearby vine, snapping at the air around it with a grumbling whine of a bark before rocketing off in a wide circle around everyone.
Iskra is content to watch these antics unfurl as Melita crouches at the shrine and unloads her assorted gifts. She's ever dutiful in her honoring of the gods, which he supposes comes with the territory of being a demi-god, but it's got him reevaluating the relationships (or lack thereof) that he's forged with them. Maybe he could try being a bit more grateful instead of cursing them for every mishap and moment of misfortune.
He glances back at her, abandoning the playful displays of the gourd and the hound, when she calls out over the ice. Having left her some distance to pray in peace, something that has always felt a bit intimate for him, he closes the distance between them again with an anticipatory grin. "Oh, you know, angry spiders, shadowy luxere, purple foxes, and tentacled ursurs. Can't forget the creepy memory snow either." He'd prefer to forget it actually.
He glances around them, the open landscape of this area not one that boasts too much permanent life. "Out here, we'll probably mostly find the foxes or the ursurs is my guess. Maybe the memory snow. The spiders tend to be more in the city, the luxere stick to the woods." The foxes and the ursur also tended to prefer the woods, but they would wander whereever food beckoned and well... the void made them all do strange things indeed. Perhaps they'd even find a luxere and a fox teaming up out here, like old friends.
Iskra is content to watch these antics unfurl as Melita crouches at the shrine and unloads her assorted gifts. She's ever dutiful in her honoring of the gods, which he supposes comes with the territory of being a demi-god, but it's got him reevaluating the relationships (or lack thereof) that he's forged with them. Maybe he could try being a bit more grateful instead of cursing them for every mishap and moment of misfortune.
He glances back at her, abandoning the playful displays of the gourd and the hound, when she calls out over the ice. Having left her some distance to pray in peace, something that has always felt a bit intimate for him, he closes the distance between them again with an anticipatory grin. "Oh, you know, angry spiders, shadowy luxere, purple foxes, and tentacled ursurs. Can't forget the creepy memory snow either." He'd prefer to forget it actually.
He glances around them, the open landscape of this area not one that boasts too much permanent life. "Out here, we'll probably mostly find the foxes or the ursurs is my guess. Maybe the memory snow. The spiders tend to be more in the city, the luxere stick to the woods." The foxes and the ursur also tended to prefer the woods, but they would wander whereever food beckoned and well... the void made them all do strange things indeed. Perhaps they'd even find a luxere and a fox teaming up out here, like old friends.
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
