Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
The voice that calls out lifts his attention from a hazy wash around the area to a focused line sent towards Callum. ”Hi?” he offers back, uncertain if this is someone he really ought to recognize or not. There’s a glimmer of something there, but could be Callum has one of those types of faces. Goose halts, his tongue freed in a mild pant as he glances back, but remains where he is politely ignoring the stranger, as if expecting only a brief pause before he and Iskra continue.WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
”Kinda,” Iskra responds with a sheepish smile. It sounds, strange to say it out loud, but there’s far worse things he supposes. ”I was hoping to find someone to fight with.” Which, put like that sounds like a confession for assault. ”Just, a spar,” he reassures.
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
