Iskra
If I could just lay my head down and rest
If there was nothing to fight or protect
If there was nothing to fight or protect
He can understand some part of Nina's struggles, though he's rather oblivious to them, offering polite chatter but otherwise focusing on the work. Having been much a recluse himself most his time in Halo and only in the past year braving something other than woods and bars, the transition took some getting used to. Though he's nowhere near as noticeable as she is, his stature not quite so elevated among the town, and he's grateful for that. "Ember seems very fitting," he grins back in return. The trenches require their attention though, and his chatter dissolves into grunts of effort. Goose, meanwhile, is attracted by the ningo chaos, lending his voice to Deimos and Marcus' pursuits while Iskra works to pack the trench back to its complete form alongside Nina.
Hauling out a breath and shooting Nina a glance and a thumbs up as Deimos decrees their work satisfactory, he clambers back out of their trench, extending a hand to help her out too should she desire. The husky pounces back to his side, thoroughly invigorated by all the bird activity, nearly vibrating out of his fur and attention snapping eagerly at any subtle shift around them. Iskra teases the dog with sudden jolts to his steps, one of which sends Goose zooming off and back with a litany of barks that sound akin to playground taunts.
At the south section of the trenches now, shovel still in hand, Iskra glances down. "I can help dig them out," he offers, and in short order is in the trench. Using his shovel to carefully carve away the dirt around the object, Goose joining in helpfully (?) with some rapid paw work, they begin to excavate the mystery.
Iskra and Goose dig! Waiting for the GRAND REVEAL
Hauling out a breath and shooting Nina a glance and a thumbs up as Deimos decrees their work satisfactory, he clambers back out of their trench, extending a hand to help her out too should she desire. The husky pounces back to his side, thoroughly invigorated by all the bird activity, nearly vibrating out of his fur and attention snapping eagerly at any subtle shift around them. Iskra teases the dog with sudden jolts to his steps, one of which sends Goose zooming off and back with a litany of barks that sound akin to playground taunts.
At the south section of the trenches now, shovel still in hand, Iskra glances down. "I can help dig them out," he offers, and in short order is in the trench. Using his shovel to carefully carve away the dirt around the object, Goose joining in helpfully (?) with some rapid paw work, they begin to excavate the mystery.
Iskra and Goose dig! Waiting for the GRAND REVEAL
Maybe then I could finally be free
Maybe death is like falling asleep
Maybe death is like falling asleep
