ISKRA
His gaze rises as the shift of movement snares at his attention. Where Noah stood, now is a shimmering horse-like creature. It causes his 'brows to rise with surprise at the sight, the creature unfamiliar to him, but impressive. As sure-footed over the water as land, he watches curiously as Noah-dragon-horse walks over the surface of the liquid as if it were any other routine terrain.
Iskra continues with his bucket, trading the full one for a new empty one, exchanging them by the stony pathway while Deimos' lays down some stakes. "Bakery you say?" and Iskra grins wide, clearly interested and easily baited. "I'm in, but, seems like Noah's got the upperhand already." He nods towards the well-balanced water-horse with four legs and an aquatic grace he's nowhere near. Then of course, Deimos has his own talents, leaving Iskra with just some pep in his step as he fills and swaps the next bucket. He doesn't mean to undo their work, but he does intend to win, and with such capable opponents....well.
He leans into the all too easy hum of power in his veins, a secretive coil of fire sent along the bottom of Noah's bucket in an attempt to boil the already warm water and make it bubble over just enough to spill some out of the rim.
Iskra says game on, fills buckets, and tries to quietly heat the bottom of Noah's bucket to boil some of the water over.
Iskra continues with his bucket, trading the full one for a new empty one, exchanging them by the stony pathway while Deimos' lays down some stakes. "Bakery you say?" and Iskra grins wide, clearly interested and easily baited. "I'm in, but, seems like Noah's got the upperhand already." He nods towards the well-balanced water-horse with four legs and an aquatic grace he's nowhere near. Then of course, Deimos has his own talents, leaving Iskra with just some pep in his step as he fills and swaps the next bucket. He doesn't mean to undo their work, but he does intend to win, and with such capable opponents....well.
He leans into the all too easy hum of power in his veins, a secretive coil of fire sent along the bottom of Noah's bucket in an attempt to boil the already warm water and make it bubble over just enough to spill some out of the rim.
Iskra says game on, fills buckets, and tries to quietly heat the bottom of Noah's bucket to boil some of the water over.
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
