ISKRA
Oblivious to the exchange of droplets, Iskra only arches a 'brow at Deimos' repetition of the question. He glances back over his shoulder, half expecting to find a jut of earth knocking one into a tilt and spilling some free, but they all seem unremarkable from this distance. He is more than amused however to watch the longma surf against Deimos' wiles, and Iskra can't keep back the laugh that rises at the antics. "See, those four legs make it too easy!" One would think the lack of thumbs would be a hindrance, but Noah just proves that horses could be doing a lot more if they had the mind to.
Not quite done with his own attempts, Iskra rouses the faintest lick of flame to heat up behind Deimos' arm right as he's finishing his retrieval of the water into his bucket. With any luck, it'll be a surprising enough kiss of heat to jolt the Sword's arm's forward a touch and upset the balance of his water, and the fire's snuffed out before it has a chance to harm or expose him.
Iskra busies himself with his own kneel and dip process, sweeping the open top of the bucket through the hot springs and carefully lifting it up, wary of what return fire might be coming his way as he aims to keep this bucket full and steady to join the rest.
Not quite done with his own attempts, Iskra rouses the faintest lick of flame to heat up behind Deimos' arm right as he's finishing his retrieval of the water into his bucket. With any luck, it'll be a surprising enough kiss of heat to jolt the Sword's arm's forward a touch and upset the balance of his water, and the fire's snuffed out before it has a chance to harm or expose him.
Iskra busies himself with his own kneel and dip process, sweeping the open top of the bucket through the hot springs and carefully lifting it up, wary of what return fire might be coming his way as he aims to keep this bucket full and steady to join 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
