Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
The reality of the darker days, darker even than this, spent in barriers is a sobering one that Iskra nods at. He says nothing else further on the matter because Blu knows fuck all about it or what Iskra was doing then, not needing either of them to delve into old nightmares.Where Erebos tired of Goose, so too did the dog decide there was no food to be swiped or further scratches to be given. So with a loll of his tongue and a far too carefree attitude about wandering for someone so chickenshit, the dog meanders out in increasing arcs of distance to survey the area. A good mobile alarm, if nothing else.
Iskra watches after Goose for a moment as Deimos passes a new lantern off to the child, his attention returning when godly preferences earns a breathy laugh. "Favorite might be a strong term when I've only met Ludo once, and walked away cursed for it." Iskra's smile is tight with embarrassment, the scenario one born of his own impatience. "I suppose everything I know about the gods though, Ludo seems like it has the most fun with everything. Feels like we could also use a bit more fun sometimes." Though admittedly he's grown curious about each of the heralds, and maybe he'd not decide until getting a chance to meet them all.
Always happy to be useful, Iskra nods with the flash of a smile. "I can do that!" Rather than fumble at the matches in his pocket though, he does a poor impression of Deimos' magic, yanking on thought and idea until a tiny hearth fashioned like a grumpy porcupine emerges beside him from his Maker's Whimsy. It doesn't live, but it moves with an enchanted certainty, small legs pulling it along after them, each spine a lick of flame protruding from the black cauldron of its body. A source for his fire magic, and something cute and trivial to leave behind at the shrine.
