[SE] going bell-istic

I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed

The differences between her and most crafters he knows is stark, himself included. She offers up her ability with ease, instead of the guarded protection of those who are often asked to create and rarely ever filled in return, giving and giving to those who would take and take. Maybe it's his tendency for melancholy and pessimism that's done him in, the order slips at the Gilded Market seeming to be never ending, that's at times soured an enjoyable art form into a burdensome skill.

Goose naturally enjoys her attention in full, lavishing the affection for the pets on her cheeks with said lolling tongue. The beast flops over onto his back, rolling into the wet and winter that coats the ground as Nova's attention hops up. "Oh, that's right!" Iskra realizes with a brightening of his features, puzzlement waning to some disbelief. "Didn't get much time for proper introductions that day, I'm afraid." Given that they'd been, you know, trying not to get eaten and he'd soiled the axe that embodies his mother and had to rush home to clean her. "I'm Iskra, and that's Goose," he greets, extending a hand for a shake.

"Well, what is your bell price then?" he wonders, lifting up the sack of wood a bit higher. "I've only got firewood to trade for now. I'm a woodcutter by trade, so brought a shipment down here to do some bartering."

Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did

Iskra