I will still be here, stargazing
Torchline has been a nice respite, but Iskra's home is still Halo, and despite the drastic differences of the regions, he is fond of this frosty city. Departing Mel with plans to meet up again soon, he had to force his door open through layers of snow, cussing the whole time, Goose barking up a storm about the whole affair (it seemed rather exciting to the dog). Inside he busied making himself back at home, but not for long before bundling up and heading into town to find an easier meal than the stove offered.
It's where he saw Deimos' notice, and having fought his own post LongNight battle already, he figured the least he could do is help others through their own challenges. Ampere remained in his home, only having meant to come out for a short jaunt into town, but his magic starters are always with him, as is his wood-cutting axe. Goose, too, of course is trailing along, but the hound's usefulness is ever questionable.
Swiping up a blueberry muffin and stuffing half of it into his mouth in one bite, Iskra offers a wave to Deimos and the less familiar, though vaguely so, lad. Making up a warm cup of tea, he chokes down enough of his breakfast to get some words out. "Morning Deimos aaaaaaand. Matthew, was it?" Something with an M, he's sure. Focusing on greetings instead of eatings, Goose relieves him of the remainder of his muffin as his hand drifts too low and limp. "H-hey—GOOSE!" the reprimand lands on deaf ears as the husky happily frolics away. Muttering to himself, Iskra returns to the table to grab a danish instead. "You ever just wanna, punt someone off a cliff, lovingly?" he asks them both over his shoulder.
Iskra has his magic and a normal axe, and Goose
It's where he saw Deimos' notice, and having fought his own post LongNight battle already, he figured the least he could do is help others through their own challenges. Ampere remained in his home, only having meant to come out for a short jaunt into town, but his magic starters are always with him, as is his wood-cutting axe. Goose, too, of course is trailing along, but the hound's usefulness is ever questionable.
Swiping up a blueberry muffin and stuffing half of it into his mouth in one bite, Iskra offers a wave to Deimos and the less familiar, though vaguely so, lad. Making up a warm cup of tea, he chokes down enough of his breakfast to get some words out. "Morning Deimos aaaaaaand. Matthew, was it?" Something with an M, he's sure. Focusing on greetings instead of eatings, Goose relieves him of the remainder of his muffin as his hand drifts too low and limp. "H-hey—GOOSE!" the reprimand lands on deaf ears as the husky happily frolics away. Muttering to himself, Iskra returns to the table to grab a danish instead. "You ever just wanna, punt someone off a cliff, lovingly?" he asks them both over his shoulder.
Iskra has his magic and a normal axe, and Goose
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