Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
He's in town to see Mel, but he's taking his sweet time to loiter through the familiar streets, the strange feeling of coming home after so long something that still stirs up weird each time he comes back here. It's in part because so many things have changed, while others yet have remained the same. If he spent more time here, and he is, it'd fade more and more each time.WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
Goose trots along beside him, learning these routes now as well as the ones back home, his memory sharper than Iskra's when it comes to smells. The dog also has no past ghosts here to worry about, an enviable thing. The weight of Ampere and the half-made Gaucho are on his back, something he's trying to grow accustomed to. He's stil half a mind to enchant them into something small or summoned, but one step at a time, he needed to make the shield first, and also stop pissing off Ludo.
He lifts a hand, although the sun is muted behind clouds that release rain intermittently. His slow stroll is half for another reason too. He's looking for someone who might be down to fight, and Torchline generally supplies it's fair share of brawlers.
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
