Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Iskra slows for a moment as he rakes through his thoughts. He is not prone to visiting shrines, having lived his life perfectly fine without currying the favor of the gods for this long, so he has to reflect on what exactly he prayed to Ludo in front of. "Hmmm, I suppose you're right." As if there's any other condition it could be. "Well, could still do with some warning signs, since Ludo can be called there," he finishes with a shrug, still unsure if he'd do just that or continue to let others falter as he had. Though, since he can't even seem to bother to learn about the shrines he's kneeling at, maybe he'd have ignored posted warnings equally. As Deimos' continued to create his bright offerings to Safrin, guiding the path to her shrine with these manmade stars in the absence of her own, Iskra continued to light them. His magic did not need to be tested here, hardly hitting it's limits and requiring control over intensity. Here, his practice made that easier, though it still did not break through that final barrier of mastery over the flames. "What was fire like for you? Practice, or immediate?" He glances down at his fingers, flexing them a little, as though the answer remained hidden somewhere beneath.
