ISKRA
Being covert is not a natural nor a practiced skill for Iskra, as is plain as his efforts double back on him. Not only did he not succeed in setting Noah to the bottom rung of this little challenge, but he can only gasp a breath in before sheets of water come his way. So close to the source, he's splattered entirely by the spray. It soaks his hair and leaves it flat and dripping, and it recolors the front of his clothes into something darker, the dampness eventually set to crawl over his sides and back in time. Sputtering out a breath, he shakes his head, wet hair flying back and forth like a dog, and wipes the residual wetness from his face with his palm.
He's grinning though, his new bucket both jostled but equally refilled to the brim by their attempts, and the proof is hard to claim when water surrounds him with no clear source but their onslaught. He pulls it up as he rises back to his feet, sodden as he is. "Oh, that's how it's gonna be then?" he laughs as he carefully places his freshly filled bucket in line with the others, grabbing a new one and returning to the water's edge. As he's sauntering over to refill it, he pauses suddenly, then lifts up a quick and wary hand to point behind them. He yells sharp and quick, an attempt to startle them both with something that isn't actually there, hoping his acting is enough to earn a drop or two in their haste to face the possible threat.
Iskra gets soaked but has a full bucket, grabs a new bucket and tries to do a LOOK OVER THERE stunt to scare them
He's grinning though, his new bucket both jostled but equally refilled to the brim by their attempts, and the proof is hard to claim when water surrounds him with no clear source but their onslaught. He pulls it up as he rises back to his feet, sodden as he is. "Oh, that's how it's gonna be then?" he laughs as he carefully places his freshly filled bucket in line with the others, grabbing a new one and returning to the water's edge. As he's sauntering over to refill it, he pauses suddenly, then lifts up a quick and wary hand to point behind them. He yells sharp and quick, an attempt to startle them both with something that isn't actually there, hoping his acting is enough to earn a drop or two in their haste to face the possible threat.
Iskra gets soaked but has a full bucket, grabs a new bucket and tries to do a LOOK OVER THERE stunt to scare them
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
