Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
It should come as no surprise to him that the the ruler of Halo is not in any need to run from the land's most inhospitable time, treating the endless cold and stretch of dark like any other day to keep busy. Iskra himself is prone to sheltering and shivering through it all, hence coming here to try something else for a change. His head turns back the way he'd come, where light dances along the horizon like winking eyes dotting the stretch of black around them, less nefarious than intoxicated seeming with the uneven flickering abound. His easy smile slants into a rougher grin, as if guilty as charged. "Yeah, although this is quite the party. I don't remember it being quite so grand when I was younger, although I can't say long stretches of darkness appealed much to me as a kid." Bed times and such. He shrugs, gaze swinging back towards the Warden."Can't say I've ever prayed much to Safrin," Iskra notes with a mild shrug as he looks over the closest lantern. He hasn't paid most of the gods much mind over the years, and of them all Ludo seems the most fun, though he knows Halo owes a thing or two to the celestial goddess. "I'm happy to help, if I can. Not quite so skilled as you," at this Iskra nods towards the created devices, well beyond his means. "Having fire magic is certainly useful this time of year though, no matter where you're at." He laughs faintly, aware that Deimos is has practice in that regard too.
