Iskra
Content with the feel of her hand in his and the lack of resistance behind it, he breathes easier, unaware he'd tightened it on the plunge that ought to be ordinary compared to everything else they've managed so far. It doesn't come so simple, outright affection just for the sake of it, but he's daring to try more to hold her in all the ways he's wanted, because it seems at every turn she's happy to meet him there. Or in this case, blow right past him, as the surprise kiss leaves him beaming.
"And here I thought that's the part you'd enjoy about them," he teases lightly. "Or is that just your foes you like to listen to that from?" Her potency is no unknown factor, amplified further by her devotion to Ludo, in as much as her trickery has been. Although he supposes she lays waste mostly to vicious creatures, but he assumes they wail just the same, in different tones and frequencies, but still the echo of defeat in some form. Victory, more than pure suffering, is what she seems to crave, and if they happen to cross paths on occasion, so be it.
Glancing from the tank back to her, mischief curls in answer immediately. "The sharks, or the children?" he wonders, schemes already whirling behind his eyes. "Because I think yes to both. Although, probably Speaking Squirrels could manage it better." As they pass by another map, one that helpfully directs them through this level but also displays ones that shouldn't be missed. With a magical glimpse of areas beyond them, a flash of the Spriggan enclosure pops up, showing the spritely creatures mingling with one another. "You ever seen those before, in the wild?" he asks Mel as he pauses briefly to peer at the display, figuring by this point she has seen a great number of things for herself, other than Tumseas.
"And here I thought that's the part you'd enjoy about them," he teases lightly. "Or is that just your foes you like to listen to that from?" Her potency is no unknown factor, amplified further by her devotion to Ludo, in as much as her trickery has been. Although he supposes she lays waste mostly to vicious creatures, but he assumes they wail just the same, in different tones and frequencies, but still the echo of defeat in some form. Victory, more than pure suffering, is what she seems to crave, and if they happen to cross paths on occasion, so be it.
Glancing from the tank back to her, mischief curls in answer immediately. "The sharks, or the children?" he wonders, schemes already whirling behind his eyes. "Because I think yes to both. Although, probably Speaking Squirrels could manage it better." As they pass by another map, one that helpfully directs them through this level but also displays ones that shouldn't be missed. With a magical glimpse of areas beyond them, a flash of the Spriggan enclosure pops up, showing the spritely creatures mingling with one another. "You ever seen those before, in the wild?" he asks Mel as he pauses briefly to peer at the display, figuring by this point she has seen a great number of things for herself, other than Tumseas.
You and me belong together, like cold iced tea and warmer weather
Where we lay out late underneath the pines, and we still have fun when the sun won't shine
You and me belong together all the time
Where we lay out late underneath the pines, and we still have fun when the sun won't shine
You and me belong together all the time
