ISKRA
Goose had scented the man's arrival, but otherwise found him too uninteresting to remark upon, carrying on his merry search. Thanks to the dog's discretion and the focus on his flame, Iskra startles faintly at the voice, having thought himself safely alone out here. A bit embarassing, honestly, to be caught mid-practice, ever feeling like he's behind where others had long surpassed. "H-hey!" he greets with a smile, shaking out the match in his hand. His attention flicks to the damn dog for a moment, who's continued fuck off attitude clues Iskra in on the marginal betrayal of not alerting him.
"Yeah—Damien, is it?" Iskra flexes his fingers a bit, like he's withdrawing the invisible cord of magic as much as the matches that he still needs to carry it, a sure sign of his training wheels. "I figured ice is the best thing to burn if I don't want anything to catch fire," he admits with a lopsided grin. "Could turn it into a very dramatic ice sculpting performance if I get good enough." A complete joke, but Iskra goes deadpan enough that Damien might take it to be serious, as if Iskra is out here working on his career as much as his skills.
"What brings you out here?" he assess with a lift of his 'brows, "because from one woodcutter to another, there ain't many trees here."
"Yeah—Damien, is it?" Iskra flexes his fingers a bit, like he's withdrawing the invisible cord of magic as much as the matches that he still needs to carry it, a sure sign of his training wheels. "I figured ice is the best thing to burn if I don't want anything to catch fire," he admits with a lopsided grin. "Could turn it into a very dramatic ice sculpting performance if I get good enough." A complete joke, but Iskra goes deadpan enough that Damien might take it to be serious, as if Iskra is out here working on his career as much as his skills.
"What brings you out here?" he assess with a lift of his 'brows, "because from one woodcutter to another, there ain't many trees here."
It's hard to tell the truth when you lie to yourself
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
Always give too much of you to someone else
I'm talkin' to you now like we're old friends
It'll never be too late to start again
