Lighting it up, going to burn to the ground
Leaving Goose at home had been no easy matter, the dog insistent on keeping at his side, but having been to the Climb before, Iskra knows the husky won't enjoy the trip in the end. Not overly fond of unnecessary heat, which Iskra would definitely slot lava into (not being an Ancient), the dog will thank him later. The trip here is rather easy, devoid of troublesome canine antics, and Iskra trods through the cave system along with the other men. His hands and shoulders help bear the brunt of bars of wood that drag along the barrels and buckets between them. He savors the current time, when their containers are blessedly empty.
He can only grunt agreement at Damien's talk, a smile daring to rise from the otherwise steady focus on the path work through the caverns. "If it's not one, it's the other." Grass isn't always greener and all that too. He doesn't disagree though, the heat is stifling, far different from the last time he'd been here when it'd been crisp and dry. That had made every breath feel on the verge of a choking cough, like inhaling sparked fire in his chest. This though, it's as though he has to sieve the oxygen out of the heat and humidity wrapped together in one dense blanket of misery.
A groan of appreciation parts from his lips as they finally find a place to stop, and he stoops to wipe his wet forehead off on a sleeve, not that it'll remain dry for long. "Not sure we need more heat adding to this," Iskra sighs towards Damien, swiping beneath his eyes with his shirt fabric. This, too, coming from a fire user. "Plenty of light to get the job done. I say we just get to scooping. Maybe do a bucket brigade system," he offers, especially at Noah's direction to keep the main barrel further away from the edge.
His gaze travels after Noah, a surprised lift finding his expression as the man shifts into a creature Iskra can't claim to recognize. It moves gracefully over the water, seeming to make no distinction between it and land, and Iskra's lips twist back in an impressed smile. "Well how 'bout that, good thinking." He doesn't expect anything less from the Sentinel, who's experience here far exceeds the both of them. Stepping to the edge, Iskra reaches out to take the bucket from Noah, and twists back to hand it over to Damien in quiet expectation.
Iskra suggests they bucket brigade and stands to take Noah's bucket and pass it to Damien!
He can only grunt agreement at Damien's talk, a smile daring to rise from the otherwise steady focus on the path work through the caverns. "If it's not one, it's the other." Grass isn't always greener and all that too. He doesn't disagree though, the heat is stifling, far different from the last time he'd been here when it'd been crisp and dry. That had made every breath feel on the verge of a choking cough, like inhaling sparked fire in his chest. This though, it's as though he has to sieve the oxygen out of the heat and humidity wrapped together in one dense blanket of misery.
A groan of appreciation parts from his lips as they finally find a place to stop, and he stoops to wipe his wet forehead off on a sleeve, not that it'll remain dry for long. "Not sure we need more heat adding to this," Iskra sighs towards Damien, swiping beneath his eyes with his shirt fabric. This, too, coming from a fire user. "Plenty of light to get the job done. I say we just get to scooping. Maybe do a bucket brigade system," he offers, especially at Noah's direction to keep the main barrel further away from the edge.
His gaze travels after Noah, a surprised lift finding his expression as the man shifts into a creature Iskra can't claim to recognize. It moves gracefully over the water, seeming to make no distinction between it and land, and Iskra's lips twist back in an impressed smile. "Well how 'bout that, good thinking." He doesn't expect anything less from the Sentinel, who's experience here far exceeds the both of them. Stepping to the edge, Iskra reaches out to take the bucket from Noah, and twists back to hand it over to Damien in quiet expectation.
Iskra suggests they bucket brigade and stands to take Noah's bucket and pass it to Damien!
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