I will still be here, stargazing
As luck would have it, Goose has become a bit more accustomed to Deimos' previously deemed scary companions, so after running off to scarf down his stolen prize, he could be easily prompted into a game. As for punting the mutt off a cliff, Iskra's lips have twisted into a wry grin. Marcus, as he's been corrected, has perhaps never dealt with food-stealing dogs or he might have agreed. Deimos however, has had any number of headache to deal with, so it's no surprise that he agreed, however rimmed with violence it is. The retort earns a sharp laugh from Iskra, who shakes his head as he settles in to down his breakfast, offering an apology to Marcus for the slip-up earlier.
With spirits lifted thanks to the pastry buffet and warm wash of tea, Iskra is ready for the flow of assignments to begin. "Leave the gates to me," he assures, and not just because it's all that's left. The metal looks sturdy enough to handle some direct flame, and with fire magic the quickest way to thaw the stubborn frost, he reaches into his pocket for some matches and boy this is almost the last time I have to write about those. With a small fire leaping to life at the quick swipe of the little stick, his magic hums in response, and he yanks on that golden vein and sends fire blooming over the gates.
Iskra fire blasts the gates
With spirits lifted thanks to the pastry buffet and warm wash of tea, Iskra is ready for the flow of assignments to begin. "Leave the gates to me," he assures, and not just because it's all that's left. The metal looks sturdy enough to handle some direct flame, and with fire magic the quickest way to thaw the stubborn frost, he reaches into his pocket for some matches and boy this is almost the last time I have to write about those. With a small fire leaping to life at the quick swipe of the little stick, his magic hums in response, and he yanks on that golden vein and sends fire blooming over the gates.
Iskra fire blasts the gates
Iskra
