ISKRA
Goose is absolutely too miserable this time of year to be anywhere without snow, so Iskra has wisely left him home, as argumentative as the dog is about that aspect as well. Fortunately the loud husky tantrum has had plenty of time to die out from his ears, leaving nothing but the steady hum of the activity around this event to flood in instead.
Leaning in towards Melita as she talks, a smile breaks free in an instant, remembering the last event well. "Don't have to, but you still could," he suggests with a laugh, taking the container of fried chicken and popping some bits of it in his mouth with a ready hunger. Though, one hand stays perched between them on the bleacher, and oh no, perhaps he'll grow a bit sleepy and need to yawn and stretch it around behind her.
Before he can remark on her next plot however, the man himself appears, Sunjata arriving in much better shape than at the dinner. "Someone's ears were burning," Iskra comments with a messy grin, extending the bucket of chicken out towards the Heartless should he need the energy boost for his show. "Mel was just saying she suggested you do that, so now I'm really excited to see one hell of a show." Though he wonders where the rider will sit. At the top of one of the heads? Half way down? Near the shoulders and the heads will do a lot of work but not actually be the unseating motion?
"Other than you, not sure I know anyone else competing. I was hoping Deimos might go all out." His gaze drifts around, spying the man and his son further down.
Iskra is watching!
Leaning in towards Melita as she talks, a smile breaks free in an instant, remembering the last event well. "Don't have to, but you still could," he suggests with a laugh, taking the container of fried chicken and popping some bits of it in his mouth with a ready hunger. Though, one hand stays perched between them on the bleacher, and oh no, perhaps he'll grow a bit sleepy and need to yawn and stretch it around behind her.
Before he can remark on her next plot however, the man himself appears, Sunjata arriving in much better shape than at the dinner. "Someone's ears were burning," Iskra comments with a messy grin, extending the bucket of chicken out towards the Heartless should he need the energy boost for his show. "Mel was just saying she suggested you do that, so now I'm really excited to see one hell of a show." Though he wonders where the rider will sit. At the top of one of the heads? Half way down? Near the shoulders and the heads will do a lot of work but not actually be the unseating motion?
"Other than you, not sure I know anyone else competing. I was hoping Deimos might go all out." His gaze drifts around, spying the man and his son further down.
Iskra is watching!
Yippee-ki-yay
