You're my lighthouse in the darkness when the storm is comin' in
Sunjata and he are of the same mind, though he doesn’t know it, not the depths of it anyway. Iskra would also be sure to pull a small crowd, too small to even deserve that label, and he can’t recall the last time he’d celebrated much of anything besides surviving DeepFrost. Unless drinks at the bars all those years for surviving another day counted?
Where Melita opts to push in a bit more, Iskra, recognizing the appeal of quietly brushing past new milestones, instead decides to turn it back around on her. ”Sure sounds like it’s Mel who wants to have us throw her some outrageous party.” He bounces his brows towards Jata in open conspiracy, and he’s only half-joking at this point. They could probably ambush her with ambiance and affection within her skyship…
His thoughts fall away much like Mel’s as the scene around them shifts. A bit slower on the uptake than the super hearing of Jata and the nosy prowess of Mel (which he can only admire how well she sniffs out action), he turns his focus in time to catch Colt’s departure and Flora hustling after someone into a side room. Sipping at his drink as his eyes widen visibly the quiet communication of oh shit to both of them, he turns back around more properly, though an ear is cocked. ”A falling out?”
Where Melita opts to push in a bit more, Iskra, recognizing the appeal of quietly brushing past new milestones, instead decides to turn it back around on her. ”Sure sounds like it’s Mel who wants to have us throw her some outrageous party.” He bounces his brows towards Jata in open conspiracy, and he’s only half-joking at this point. They could probably ambush her with ambiance and affection within her skyship…
His thoughts fall away much like Mel’s as the scene around them shifts. A bit slower on the uptake than the super hearing of Jata and the nosy prowess of Mel (which he can only admire how well she sniffs out action), he turns his focus in time to catch Colt’s departure and Flora hustling after someone into a side room. Sipping at his drink as his eyes widen visibly the quiet communication of oh shit to both of them, he turns back around more properly, though an ear is cocked. ”A falling out?”
Iskra
Lookin' in your eyes, there's my whole damn life
