Iskra
this heartwood was cut too damn deep
If she'd asked, Iskra could explain the rather simple concept. Which is, it's funny as fuck.
A laugh escapes him at her immediate refusal, and it's less that he'd forgotten he's speaking to an ancient and more he'd been trying to catalogue their different weather patterns. "Able to tolerate ice and living with plenty of it, I can safely say I'm in agreement." Especially because he can't imagine it'd come in any sort of good form. Spears of ice falling from the sky, or a slow creep that crawls like a beast under doors and into their homes. He already combats his eyes freezing over sometimes. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be something weird but awesome, like edible fog." Might not be worth eating, but clouds always look like cotton candy, so the blanket of mist could be worth sinking his teeth into finally, even if just once.
"Does soaking in lava feel the same as water?" he asks, curiosity spiked as he shifts and starts to walk back towards the village, the conversation naturally inviting her to fall in with him. Goose already has. "Like hot springs sometimes feel hot enough that it's like lava." He tosses a farewell look at Mathair, even lifting a hand in a departing wave.
A laugh escapes him at her immediate refusal, and it's less that he'd forgotten he's speaking to an ancient and more he'd been trying to catalogue their different weather patterns. "Able to tolerate ice and living with plenty of it, I can safely say I'm in agreement." Especially because he can't imagine it'd come in any sort of good form. Spears of ice falling from the sky, or a slow creep that crawls like a beast under doors and into their homes. He already combats his eyes freezing over sometimes. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it'll be something weird but awesome, like edible fog." Might not be worth eating, but clouds always look like cotton candy, so the blanket of mist could be worth sinking his teeth into finally, even if just once.
"Does soaking in lava feel the same as water?" he asks, curiosity spiked as he shifts and starts to walk back towards the village, the conversation naturally inviting her to fall in with him. Goose already has. "Like hot springs sometimes feel hot enough that it's like lava." He tosses a farewell look at Mathair, even lifting a hand in a departing wave.
I can't see the wood for the trees
