ISKRA
Ignoring the feeling of deja vu, Iskra reached down for one of the buckets lining the pathway. "Never came here, actually," Iskra offers conversationally. "Always preferred the Greatwood." Usually seeks out the familiar comforts of trees over the twisting slopes of rock and the roil of lava, though The Climb has it's own sort of warm charm that he can't deny. Now that they have their hot springs back in working order though, he's got even less reason to head here.
Not down to get quite so wet as Deimos is, though surely the nearby lava pools offer a quick drying solution, he prefers to kneel down and dip his bucket into the water in order to collect it. Goose is left at home to avoid any problems of a singed dog or one pouting about the excess heat, though he finds his available hand almost naturally dropping to brush the soft coat that would normally press up against him at the offer of ground-level. "I agree though, that the lack of panic is welcome."
Not down to get quite so wet as Deimos is, though surely the nearby lava pools offer a quick drying solution, he prefers to kneel down and dip his bucket into the water in order to collect it. Goose is left at home to avoid any problems of a singed dog or one pouting about the excess heat, though he finds his available hand almost naturally dropping to brush the soft coat that would normally press up against him at the offer of ground-level. "I agree though, that the lack of panic is welcome."
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
