Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
Acquiring the bag of hot almonds encased in the perfect amount of buttery sugar, Iskra grin victoriously and shifts the bag towards Melita to snag some after popping a few in his mouth. The nutty crunch of sweetness is at once satisfying. "Yeah, made it more tolerable just for you," he jokes plainly, grin giving him away if the words and the dry tone behind them don't. Although admittedly there's an adorable charm to seeing her thoroughly bundled up here. Unable to help himself, he faintly noogies her frost fox hat, the motion endearing more than aggravating (for him, anyway).
That turns his attention away as the sound of another thundering pair of hooves, this time Luxere, stampedes past with the subtle swish of the skiier being pulled along behind. "Definitely not," he says assuredly, more nuts cronching between his teeth. "It does look fun though, doesn't it?" His gaze is glittering with the possibility of action when he turns it back to her, a question posed in the raise of his brow. "I've been on skiis like, a time or two?" He can't remember exactly, much preferring sledding if he was going to be having any fun, skiing mostly putting him on his ass for what little he does recall. "Used to be good at knee boarding back in the day," when they'd been young on the Torchline waters, and it should be worth noting, knee boarding doesn't require nearly the same skill.
As Flora and Kaisel come over with all the presence of a bet gone awry, Iskra's wandering motions pause beside Mel. "Hey, glad to see you guys here!" Halo is not exactly the Caido tourism spot in Deepfrost, but if anything would be worth the visit, this festival's activities would be it. Which seem to be the crux of the display, not some victory and loss being cashed in. "Oh, definitely not," he agrees without hesitation, having minorly dabbled in both. "The water has a lot of resistance to it, so you keep a lot of tension with your rope. The snow is smoother but...it rides different. More balance is needed."
That turns his attention away as the sound of another thundering pair of hooves, this time Luxere, stampedes past with the subtle swish of the skiier being pulled along behind. "Definitely not," he says assuredly, more nuts cronching between his teeth. "It does look fun though, doesn't it?" His gaze is glittering with the possibility of action when he turns it back to her, a question posed in the raise of his brow. "I've been on skiis like, a time or two?" He can't remember exactly, much preferring sledding if he was going to be having any fun, skiing mostly putting him on his ass for what little he does recall. "Used to be good at knee boarding back in the day," when they'd been young on the Torchline waters, and it should be worth noting, knee boarding doesn't require nearly the same skill.
As Flora and Kaisel come over with all the presence of a bet gone awry, Iskra's wandering motions pause beside Mel. "Hey, glad to see you guys here!" Halo is not exactly the Caido tourism spot in Deepfrost, but if anything would be worth the visit, this festival's activities would be it. Which seem to be the crux of the display, not some victory and loss being cashed in. "Oh, definitely not," he agrees without hesitation, having minorly dabbled in both. "The water has a lot of resistance to it, so you keep a lot of tension with your rope. The snow is smoother but...it rides different. More balance is needed."
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
