Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
"Dark chocolate," he strangles out after a moment of flare, then straightens up with a grin and a swallow that is forced, because it isn't his favorite flavor. "A touch stale too," he sniffs, mildly offended. Guess that'd be some negative points.
Her laughter doesn't ring forth as expected, but he'll take the jab at his death-loss as her not being completely cross. He shrugs, because they'd smelled fine enough (albeit not well-versed on poisoned confections, just the naturally growing kind), and he figured if these were offerings or stashes that most things were safe. "True, if I die I think I forfeit by default." Which unfortunately (?) for her, he's still standing, leaving them at an impasse still.
"What?!" The shock of her suggestion cannot be overstated. His gaze slides immediately to his fluffy friend, clearly unimpressed by what he sees. The dog's head tilts towards his name, lolling tongue put away as he seems to think, still staring at Mel and seeming to decide if she called him or not. Going with the former, he bounds towards her suddenly, nose working overtime as he finds her side and the tucked away treats. With no access to them though, his attention soon enough drifts back towards the other items on display, and as predicted he is drawn immediately towards the bone. He claims it swiftly, bounding off before either of them can stop him.
"Wha—hey! Goose!" he stammers after the dog, uselessly it'd seem as the husky slinks into some nearby brush without so much as a glance back. Rolling his eyes back towards Mel, he juts his chin towards her. "Guess that makes you queen of the peepholes?" Not able to maintain any true upset over the ordeal, even as he mutters that she planned this, he reaches out with a hand and draws on his maker's whimsy. In his palm, a small tiara of woven deer-antler, vine, and flowers appears, enchanted to smell sweetly of honey. "Alright then, what's your first decree, your grace?"
Her laughter doesn't ring forth as expected, but he'll take the jab at his death-loss as her not being completely cross. He shrugs, because they'd smelled fine enough (albeit not well-versed on poisoned confections, just the naturally growing kind), and he figured if these were offerings or stashes that most things were safe. "True, if I die I think I forfeit by default." Which unfortunately (?) for her, he's still standing, leaving them at an impasse still.
"What?!" The shock of her suggestion cannot be overstated. His gaze slides immediately to his fluffy friend, clearly unimpressed by what he sees. The dog's head tilts towards his name, lolling tongue put away as he seems to think, still staring at Mel and seeming to decide if she called him or not. Going with the former, he bounds towards her suddenly, nose working overtime as he finds her side and the tucked away treats. With no access to them though, his attention soon enough drifts back towards the other items on display, and as predicted he is drawn immediately towards the bone. He claims it swiftly, bounding off before either of them can stop him.
"Wha—hey! Goose!" he stammers after the dog, uselessly it'd seem as the husky slinks into some nearby brush without so much as a glance back. Rolling his eyes back towards Mel, he juts his chin towards her. "Guess that makes you queen of the peepholes?" Not able to maintain any true upset over the ordeal, even as he mutters that she planned this, he reaches out with a hand and draws on his maker's whimsy. In his palm, a small tiara of woven deer-antler, vine, and flowers appears, enchanted to smell sweetly of honey. "Alright then, what's your first decree, your grace?"
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
