I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Her hands already seem to be working the magic and the idea together, throwing it into form like a fresh ball of clay being taken to the wheel. His attention is helplessly drawn to it, a great fan of crafting in all its various forms, able to appreciate the skill needed to accomplish such feats and happy to admire them on display. So many are drawn to the finished product alone, disinterested in the steps to get there, but he enjoys it from start to finish.
"Oh, I see," he says with no lack of brightness, still lifted up by hers and swept into the current of her pride with a rising curiosity. She is vibrant in a way so few don't dare to be, and surely the shopkeeper would say the same in regards to her attitude and maybe choices of word too. "Do you sell hot chocolate too, or just coffee? I could do with something warm about now after trudging through all this snow here, so maybe I can grab a cup after moving the boxes?" Coffee could work too, but if he had his choice, it'd be the hot chocolate.
Happy to find a place to put his wood, Iskra's gaze lifts from her hands to her eyes. "That's perfect! Can't run out of wood at a party or else the whole mood burns out." It seems he's been fortunate to run into her. A custom Goose bell, a hot chocolate (possibly), and one set place to take his firewood haul so the people could benefit and he wouldn't have to cart it back on the skyship home. "I'll place it wherever's best."
All the while she works, and the full shape of it comes to light now, decidedly bell-like. It's the way she creates Goose though that draws an awed and appreciative sound from him, so that as she claims it complete, he's gingerly reaching for it and holding it up to the light with a broad grin. "Nova, this looks amazing!" He can't help but shout it a little, his eagerness rising in a rush. He brings it down for Goose to inspect, who couldn't give two flying fucks and only offers some side eye and the faintest nose twitch before resuming his rolling around. "Well I love it," he mutters to the dog, glancing back towards Nova. "Thank you, really!" He stuffs the bell into one of his jacket pockets, careful not to unduly bend it, and then reaquaints his shoulder with the bag of wood. "Okay then, shall we?"
"Oh, I see," he says with no lack of brightness, still lifted up by hers and swept into the current of her pride with a rising curiosity. She is vibrant in a way so few don't dare to be, and surely the shopkeeper would say the same in regards to her attitude and maybe choices of word too. "Do you sell hot chocolate too, or just coffee? I could do with something warm about now after trudging through all this snow here, so maybe I can grab a cup after moving the boxes?" Coffee could work too, but if he had his choice, it'd be the hot chocolate.
Happy to find a place to put his wood, Iskra's gaze lifts from her hands to her eyes. "That's perfect! Can't run out of wood at a party or else the whole mood burns out." It seems he's been fortunate to run into her. A custom Goose bell, a hot chocolate (possibly), and one set place to take his firewood haul so the people could benefit and he wouldn't have to cart it back on the skyship home. "I'll place it wherever's best."
All the while she works, and the full shape of it comes to light now, decidedly bell-like. It's the way she creates Goose though that draws an awed and appreciative sound from him, so that as she claims it complete, he's gingerly reaching for it and holding it up to the light with a broad grin. "Nova, this looks amazing!" He can't help but shout it a little, his eagerness rising in a rush. He brings it down for Goose to inspect, who couldn't give two flying fucks and only offers some side eye and the faintest nose twitch before resuming his rolling around. "Well I love it," he mutters to the dog, glancing back towards Nova. "Thank you, really!" He stuffs the bell into one of his jacket pockets, careful not to unduly bend it, and then reaquaints his shoulder with the bag of wood. "Okay then, shall we?"
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
