[ME] every single hot take is cold as ice

If you feel like night is falling

Scattering some of the blue glow of the sea under a sweep of his toes as a wave breaks, only mildly aiming it at Melita's feet, Iskra starts to turn their casual saunter from the shore. He'll leave Goose to keep chasing after the idea of catching the light that rises and fades like underwater fireflies, the colorful flames have caught his eye in particular now. "We should definitely maim some spiders," he agrees with a twist of a smile. "You have a whole murderous creature death list we should be checking off while we wander around? Any in Torchline you still need to add to your kill collection?" Monster hunting sounds like something he could get into, especially since she seems to readily hurl herself after the beasts.

As they near one of the bonfires, he grins suddenly, reaching out to grab at Mel's hand. "C'mon," he encourages, colored firelight blooming against his face in a small rainbow as those nearby toss their colored powder in at rapid fire. "Let's dance," and this time it won't be attempting not to fall off a jurryrigged plank over a pretend ocean. He drags her along with him, joining Sohalia's spinning with a laugh. There's little rhyme to it, just a jaunty bounce of his legs here and there, turning around Mel and offering her the archway to do the same, even extending a hand to Soh in offer for a twirl. "I'm Iskra," he tells her in one quick passing.

Iskra

I wanna be the one you're calling