I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra halts his efforts to lay a hang on the metal gates and press into them, testing his work. To some extent, there is always snow and ice to be had here, so sight alone can't always speak to the mechanism's free swing, or ice buried within the less visible portions. It takes some effort to manage it, but it does move, a sure sign he's made an impact if not a perfect resolution.
He grunts as she steps back, hands brushing off the cold and debris on each other as Deimos steps by with his own evaluation. "I'll join you all soon," he confirms, letting them both pass by before striking a new match. The little flame dances into view on the wooden stick, smoke curling thin and meager into the sharp blue of the sky. His magic hums again in response, and so he turns it upon the metal further, paying special mind to the hinges rather than the entirety of the structure.
MOAR fire
He grunts as she steps back, hands brushing off the cold and debris on each other as Deimos steps by with his own evaluation. "I'll join you all soon," he confirms, letting them both pass by before striking a new match. The little flame dances into view on the wooden stick, smoke curling thin and meager into the sharp blue of the sky. His magic hums again in response, and so he turns it upon the metal further, paying special mind to the hinges rather than the entirety of the structure.
MOAR fire
Iskra
