Lighting it up, going to burn to the ground
Having a particular fondness for this role, perhaps due to the copious amounts of fire involved, Iskra does not delay in arriving. Goose, is another matter, the dog too busy trying to entice a game of chase outside where the much cooler snow awaits. After several rounds of arguing, which includes Goose talking back in what sounds suspiciously like a mocking cadence of Iskra’s own words, he leaves the damn dog to his own devices with a huff as he enters the space.
”Hey!” he calls out in greeting to everyone, proferring a wave and a smile before slipping into lines for all the different vendors. He stocks up on candied nuts and popcorn, a tall cup of cocoa, and does indeed grab a bag of sparklers to terrorize Goose with later. Ordinarily he might have slipped them to the small child to help secure some joy (read chaos), but not when said child is Deimos’. Instead, he settles in on the other side of Amham, readying for the stories.
”Hey!” he calls out in greeting to everyone, proferring a wave and a smile before slipping into lines for all the different vendors. He stocks up on candied nuts and popcorn, a tall cup of cocoa, and does indeed grab a bag of sparklers to terrorize Goose with later. Ordinarily he might have slipped them to the small child to help secure some joy (read chaos), but not when said child is Deimos’. Instead, he settles in on the other side of Amham, readying for the stories.
Iskra
