Iskra
The nod he offers up is long and sage as his eyes briefly shut into the motion and the depth of the agreement. "Absolutely," he says, glancing back at Erebos with all the fondness of recounting a time when knowledge had seemed more burden than tool to him too. "I think you only ever stop learning once you die," and even then he supposes parts of him would learn to rot. "It's one of the greatest tools you can take with you to a fight, too," he adds with a lighter option, winking. "Better than wood or steel is the mind." The exact sort of bullshit adults seem to say to get youths to study, although he means it, more well-read and curious than he might outright appear.
Softening a bit more as he hears her name repeated back to him, Iskra does not buckle under it as he once would have. "It was the name of my mother," he murmurs. "She died, when I was young. I made it in her honor, because she was a fierce warrior and I knew she would want to guide me in battle." Humming throughtfully, he adds on. "I have a shield, too. It's named Gaucho, after my father. He passed just before I was born, but he protects me still in this way."
The acorns offer a helpful distraction away from the tragedy of loss and the personalities he's folded into his armaments. With Erebos' grand approval, Iskra chuckles and works alongside him to collect as many acorns as he can find, plunking them into Erebos' bag instead of letting them roll loose and on his sled. "That's a grand idea," Iskra adds as he rises from his kneel, brushing frost from his knees. He had considered the stables, expecting the horses to have plenty of carrots in stock, but the greenhouse would be a more direct route. "We could get different sorts of vegetables for noses if we wanted," he suggests with a wry turn to his lips. "I like when they have a radish instead."
Softening a bit more as he hears her name repeated back to him, Iskra does not buckle under it as he once would have. "It was the name of my mother," he murmurs. "She died, when I was young. I made it in her honor, because she was a fierce warrior and I knew she would want to guide me in battle." Humming throughtfully, he adds on. "I have a shield, too. It's named Gaucho, after my father. He passed just before I was born, but he protects me still in this way."
The acorns offer a helpful distraction away from the tragedy of loss and the personalities he's folded into his armaments. With Erebos' grand approval, Iskra chuckles and works alongside him to collect as many acorns as he can find, plunking them into Erebos' bag instead of letting them roll loose and on his sled. "That's a grand idea," Iskra adds as he rises from his kneel, brushing frost from his knees. He had considered the stables, expecting the horses to have plenty of carrots in stock, but the greenhouse would be a more direct route. "We could get different sorts of vegetables for noses if we wanted," he suggests with a wry turn to his lips. "I like when they have a radish instead."
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
