Lighting it up, going to burn to the ground
Admittedly, he'd have been happy not to see this city again after spending such a significant amount of time here recently. It had grown on him throughout the tower build, and for the most part he's found the citizens to be amenable, old beliefs not clinging like they used to. Even so, like Mel, he's more drawn to the places where the wild remains in the veins. Everything here is so...manufactured.
The trip is worth showing off the completed tower though, and he can't deny the swell of pride at seeing it rise up. Knowing it'd just been rubble, and that his hands had helped it reach skyward again, there's something to that.
They are not just here for architectural feats though, and thank fuck for that. The marketplace is a much more lively part of the city, buzzing with color and bargains alike. He's drawn in a time or two by a skilled salesperson, and nearly walks away with a new scarf, but opts for some candied nuts and a few secrets he tucks away for later. Popping some of the nuts in his mouth, he surveys the area Mel selects with a hand held over his brow, swinging back and forth. "We should build it the long way so we can race people through it." Bonfire the long way usually means bonfire goes higher, so they might be better off building two and doing something relay style, but it's worth a shot, maybe. He shrugs at the idea, unpacking his own carted along wood and kindling until they've arranged something sure to burn.
Pushing Goose back as the dog gets too close and tries to run off with one of the sticks, Iskra leans back from his wood-stacking work and extends a dramatic arm towards the pyre. His fingers wriggle, and he begins an incantation of complete gibberish, his other hand soon joining the show and swirling around and above his upturned palm. It's all very thematic and over the top, sure to attract some attention. He builds the performance, voice lifting, eyes narrow, hands...handing. Then, in culmination, his fire magic sparks on either base of the wood and rushes up into the middle together. Where they combine, the flames suddenly roar up together into a great and twisting plume of fire, bearing the shape of a massive basilisk before subsiding into a slow and steady curl as the wood takes to the heat naturally and his ability shimmers away back into his being.
The trip is worth showing off the completed tower though, and he can't deny the swell of pride at seeing it rise up. Knowing it'd just been rubble, and that his hands had helped it reach skyward again, there's something to that.
They are not just here for architectural feats though, and thank fuck for that. The marketplace is a much more lively part of the city, buzzing with color and bargains alike. He's drawn in a time or two by a skilled salesperson, and nearly walks away with a new scarf, but opts for some candied nuts and a few secrets he tucks away for later. Popping some of the nuts in his mouth, he surveys the area Mel selects with a hand held over his brow, swinging back and forth. "We should build it the long way so we can race people through it." Bonfire the long way usually means bonfire goes higher, so they might be better off building two and doing something relay style, but it's worth a shot, maybe. He shrugs at the idea, unpacking his own carted along wood and kindling until they've arranged something sure to burn.
Pushing Goose back as the dog gets too close and tries to run off with one of the sticks, Iskra leans back from his wood-stacking work and extends a dramatic arm towards the pyre. His fingers wriggle, and he begins an incantation of complete gibberish, his other hand soon joining the show and swirling around and above his upturned palm. It's all very thematic and over the top, sure to attract some attention. He builds the performance, voice lifting, eyes narrow, hands...handing. Then, in culmination, his fire magic sparks on either base of the wood and rushes up into the middle together. Where they combine, the flames suddenly roar up together into a great and twisting plume of fire, bearing the shape of a massive basilisk before subsiding into a slow and steady curl as the wood takes to the heat naturally and his ability shimmers away back into his being.
Iskra
