ISKRA
Well, his attempt didn't earn much of a response, which he half expected, but it'd been worth a shot. It at least earned a bit of amusement from them both, the possibility of unease shaking free with a roll of the water-horse's neck and the Sword's laugh. Iskra grins back cheekily in response, at least until a wash of heat comes over him suddenly from Noah, and Deimos' ask about the buckets reminds him of the competition he's steadily losing. "Seems plenty full to me," Iskra quips back with a shrug, because whether he had spilled some is hard to say when the waves of water sent his way refilled it.
Huffing out a breath at the impossibility of competing with the likes of them, he instead focuses on just filling his buckets as full and quick as he can. Kneeling down to dip this new bucket in while the others are doing the same, it's only the brief movement nearby that catches his eye as Deimos' water winds to a different target now. Biting back a laugh, Iskra just shakes his head, smiling as he rises to deposit his newly filled bucket with the rest.
Huffing out a breath at the impossibility of competing with the likes of them, he instead focuses on just filling his buckets as full and quick as he can. Kneeling down to dip this new bucket in while the others are doing the same, it's only the brief movement nearby that catches his eye as Deimos' water winds to a different target now. Biting back a laugh, Iskra just shakes his head, smiling as he rises to deposit his newly filled bucket with the rest.
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
