Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Rather curious as to what Deimos has in store, Iskra comes to a halt alongside him, peering down at Erebos as though the toddler might give him a clue. He isn't left waiting long though, as light and heat flare into existence in the center, fire rippling out and then rising up in a series of designs. For a moment, Iskra is too wrapped up in the display to contribute, caught off guard by the beauty of what he'd always used as merely a tool and little else.He does catch himself at some point though, open-mouthed as he may be, and promptly shuts his lips into a grin that's eager to join in. With fire aplenty nearby, the magic leaps to his command as well, not quite so impressive, but snaking along in bright, flickering obedience nonetheless. He attempts to mimic the varied colors Deimos uses, never having attempted to alter the intensity like that, and finds satisfaction at the ability to manage it. Where Deimos draws stars, Iskra connects a few into sets of constellations, some replicating the true ones, while others are of his own making.
"Quite the show!" Iskra commends, firelight dancing across all of them, and even beyond Goose pauses to look up at the display.
