Iskra
Driven back by the bite of fire and its annoying vanishing act, Goose feigns to be on the lookout for more interesting options than the rescued fox. Eventually, he trots off ahead of them, seeming to take up the mantle of leader. "Because he always gooses me," Iskra says with a slanted grin, demonstrating with a tuck of his ass, hips pulled forward in a sharp motion, his hand awkwardly angling behind him to spear his bottom cheeks.
Keeping hold of the sled in his other hand, it slips along on the snow with them as they wander, gradually acquiring more and more burden of supplies as Iskra loads more stripped sticks for snowmen appendages into it. "Sometimes," he offers back with a tilt of his head, a conspirator's grin slowly creeping into place. "I prefer to make mine look angry or scary. Like they're waging snow wars with each other. Pine needle strips make excellent eyebrows." A bit like what they'd be building.
It's no surprise that the lad is already arming himself and practicing, but Iskra can't help the faint laugh at the mild indignation over not being granted steel yet. "I still use wood sometimes," he offers, hopefully helpfully to the Ignatius household. "When I want to focus on something specific, or trial things first, or if I'm trying something new. Although, yes, axe is my preference." He spins the tool in his hand, the small, cutting edge no battle tool, meant to be small enough for his belt. "I do have a greataxe I use in battle sometimes, named Ampere."
Shucking more branches, a delighted chuckle rolls deep and long from him. "I was not fond of quiet when I was young," he agrees, glancing back at Erebos with an avant-garde wave of a stick. "It does help you find things sometimes though." Peace, or in this case, the knowledge of the woods who have been his company, stopping short. He crouches next to their sled, pointing out acorns on the ground to Erebos. "Look, acorns. Those could make good eyes, don't y'think?" Of course, he is not authorized to make this decision. "I need someone with your snowman skills to decide."
Keeping hold of the sled in his other hand, it slips along on the snow with them as they wander, gradually acquiring more and more burden of supplies as Iskra loads more stripped sticks for snowmen appendages into it. "Sometimes," he offers back with a tilt of his head, a conspirator's grin slowly creeping into place. "I prefer to make mine look angry or scary. Like they're waging snow wars with each other. Pine needle strips make excellent eyebrows." A bit like what they'd be building.
It's no surprise that the lad is already arming himself and practicing, but Iskra can't help the faint laugh at the mild indignation over not being granted steel yet. "I still use wood sometimes," he offers, hopefully helpfully to the Ignatius household. "When I want to focus on something specific, or trial things first, or if I'm trying something new. Although, yes, axe is my preference." He spins the tool in his hand, the small, cutting edge no battle tool, meant to be small enough for his belt. "I do have a greataxe I use in battle sometimes, named Ampere."
Shucking more branches, a delighted chuckle rolls deep and long from him. "I was not fond of quiet when I was young," he agrees, glancing back at Erebos with an avant-garde wave of a stick. "It does help you find things sometimes though." Peace, or in this case, the knowledge of the woods who have been his company, stopping short. He crouches next to their sled, pointing out acorns on the ground to Erebos. "Look, acorns. Those could make good eyes, don't y'think?" Of course, he is not authorized to make this decision. "I need someone with your snowman skills to decide."
Singing under string lights, sipping 'til the sunrise
Living like we only got today
Swearing off the dark times, cursing at the moonlight
Yeah, we might be lost, but we'll find our way
Living like we only got today
Swearing off the dark times, cursing at the moonlight
Yeah, we might be lost, but we'll find our way
