Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Not so accustomed to an endless parade of festivities any more, given all his years of walling himself away in frozen woods, Iskra does have to step away from the party now and again. He doesn't mind wandering the more empty streets, matches in hand and flaring to life every so often as he helps reignite some fire pit or another to keep routes lit enough that no one, himself included, gets too lost in the dark. Although this place was once home, and there's familiar routes he finds himself wandering in old habit, it's not been home for so long that enough has changed and warped into something unrecognizable, especially in this moonless night. Still, wandering over older areas is like taking in a breath he held back too long. The memories rush back like a comfort, his smile trailing his features with a quiet fondness.It's on his wayward path that he spots the lanterns, or specifically, the way they emerge ahead like the most helpful will'o'wisp. He trails after the firelit breadcrumbs, Goose padding lazy beside him, and the dog notices the familiar family well before Iskra does. His tail wags slow and idle against Iskra's leg before he rushes on ahead to sniff Erebos up and down, searching for spilled food he might lick off. "Hey!" Iskra calls out, squinting through the dark until the distance closes enough that the dance of lanternlight reveals Deimos and his child. "Oh," Iskra exclaims, curiosity breaking into recognition. "Deimos, Erebos, good to see you. Escaping the cold too?"
