ISKRA
I always feel alone, inside my mind
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
Iskra's glance that flicks towards Aria is a knowing one. The bond he and Goose share is not one wrought with magic, just need and solidarity, forged with years of depending upon one another. He figures it'll be much the same for Aria and Damien, the young cub requiring care and protection now, and then offering it back in turn when she's older, the companionship a priceless thread between them. The thought of deepening his bond with Goose is one that has crossed his mind a time or two, but in general Iskra isn't one that chats with gods frequently, and for now the dog and he have gotten along well as is.
"Nothing better than a companion," he commends with a rough smile, watching the pair play back and forth in a game of chase with rules he can't quite decipher, but certainly involves trading off on who's 'it'. They're infinitely more valuable than a magically warm coat, and once she became larger, perhaps just as effective of one, at least when sleeping.
Together they worked the word apart, the first major split cleaving it in half. Grunting, Iskra moved to turn it with Damien, to begin to split that half into another half, and so on and so forth in a bizarre version of nesting dolls, just with firewood. "Halo offered everything Torchline didn't," Iskra huffs, blowing through the labor between swings. "That's precisely what I wanted, nothing to trigger reminders of back home. Not when losing my mother made the memories too painful." For a time, being happy at all felt like a crime, like grief required him to only suffer for her absence. He'd been so lost in it, in himself. Thankfully he's far improved now, much of which is thanks to Goose.
"It's been home longer now than Torchline was," his smile tilts, not quite able to believe that truth. "Found my way back recently though. Gotta say, the beaches are nicer than I even remember." Maybe not enough to make him leave Halo, but certainly worth a long vacation over Deepfrost.
"Nothing better than a companion," he commends with a rough smile, watching the pair play back and forth in a game of chase with rules he can't quite decipher, but certainly involves trading off on who's 'it'. They're infinitely more valuable than a magically warm coat, and once she became larger, perhaps just as effective of one, at least when sleeping.
Together they worked the word apart, the first major split cleaving it in half. Grunting, Iskra moved to turn it with Damien, to begin to split that half into another half, and so on and so forth in a bizarre version of nesting dolls, just with firewood. "Halo offered everything Torchline didn't," Iskra huffs, blowing through the labor between swings. "That's precisely what I wanted, nothing to trigger reminders of back home. Not when losing my mother made the memories too painful." For a time, being happy at all felt like a crime, like grief required him to only suffer for her absence. He'd been so lost in it, in himself. Thankfully he's far improved now, much of which is thanks to Goose.
"It's been home longer now than Torchline was," his smile tilts, not quite able to believe that truth. "Found my way back recently though. Gotta say, the beaches are nicer than I even remember." Maybe not enough to make him leave Halo, but certainly worth a long vacation over Deepfrost.
I've been trying to find something
that can set my soul free
that can set my soul free
