If you feel like night is falling
This is perhaps not the most ideal event for mischief and chaos, or perhaps the lack of fit made it...more fitting? Too morose otherwise, and the celebration of the living forgotten into something morose for the dead. The weather certainly doesn't help, and there is an unshakable weight to the festival this time. Maybe some trickster antics would do it some good.
"I'm sure we'll make do," he tosses out to Melita, gaze already skirting the crowd, knowing people are continuing to trickle in. That's when Aithne appears, and Iskra's features brighten with recognition. "Hey Aithne," a nod extended her way in greeting. As another flash and peal of shrieking streaks over the distance, rather on cue for Aithne's commentary, Iskra clicks his tongue. Absently, his arm pulls tighter towards his chest, keeping a tight loop against Mel's hand. "I think I preferred being overrun with memory mud," he confesses. "At least I could bully that back."
He almost misses the sly glance Mel cuts his way, but the tilt of her head snares his focus, and the devious look to her lips seals his assurance. His eyes slide from her to Aithe, brows lifting faintly, his own curl finding his mouth. "Oh, so you played a part as well?" Iskra wonders of Aithne with a beaming smile. "She hid invisible you know," he huffs out, fondness coloring his exasperation as he retells the tale. "And I don't know if you've ever dealt with her invisible, but she is impossible to find. I thought it was over for me when she leapt out."
"I'm sure we'll make do," he tosses out to Melita, gaze already skirting the crowd, knowing people are continuing to trickle in. That's when Aithne appears, and Iskra's features brighten with recognition. "Hey Aithne," a nod extended her way in greeting. As another flash and peal of shrieking streaks over the distance, rather on cue for Aithne's commentary, Iskra clicks his tongue. Absently, his arm pulls tighter towards his chest, keeping a tight loop against Mel's hand. "I think I preferred being overrun with memory mud," he confesses. "At least I could bully that back."
He almost misses the sly glance Mel cuts his way, but the tilt of her head snares his focus, and the devious look to her lips seals his assurance. His eyes slide from her to Aithe, brows lifting faintly, his own curl finding his mouth. "Oh, so you played a part as well?" Iskra wonders of Aithne with a beaming smile. "She hid invisible you know," he huffs out, fondness coloring his exasperation as he retells the tale. "And I don't know if you've ever dealt with her invisible, but she is impossible to find. I thought it was over for me when she leapt out."
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
