[SE] And my head feels like la la la la, la la la la la

I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed

Admittedly, Iskra finds most wild places to be something worth looking at. Maybe it's all the time alone in the woods with only Goose and the hollow ring of trees falling, but there's a serenity to it that sharpens everything, even the danger, into something lovely. "I do still need to hit up their bars," he admits, when she says she doesn't go there often. "I was once touring each one in every region, to rate them all." Not entirely a purposeful endeavor, more of one he stumbled into, as he does any bar, whenever he'd be traveling out and about. The rating just fell into place once he started to notice.

Her admission to a duck hunt earns a laugh. "I imagine it's not real ducks you hunted?" Although he can guess at the answer, best not to assume. He tilts his head with the query, grinning before emptying his cup entirely and setting it aside. With his hands freed up, he leans back into them, folding them behind his head like a hammock of fingers as he angles his fall with all the precision a woodcutter can, so that his head ends up near her waist. He can catch glimpses of her like this as she continues to sit. "After you've been that hot, the cold air is actually refreshing. And you've got towels and robes plenty, and by the time all the heat leaves you, you're plenty dry and onto the next building." He wags and elbow aganst her to be annoying. "Guess you'll have to come and find out."

Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did

Iskra