Iskra
Whether Erebos is inventive or Iskra is just inclined towards a child's logic, he sagely nods his agreement towards the youth. "Very good point. Just pack more snow around it, a nice fat head, and it'd be potato ready for sure."
The full, humid warmth of the greenhouse rises up like a sheer curtain slipping over him as he descends further in. His radishes are collected in short order, and soon enough he's flitting back and forth with new potentials as yet untested. "That's a good idea! And maybe seeds could make a mouth..." he wonders as he cups the wide edge of a sunflower burdened with dark pockets of seeds. He scrapes some off, just in case.
The possibilities were truly endless once one glanced past the familiar, orange plane of a carrot. Although Iskra bundles several of those up to take with them as well. "How's the haul looking?" he calls over past the rustle of leaf and stem, not shadowing the boy every step of the way.
The full, humid warmth of the greenhouse rises up like a sheer curtain slipping over him as he descends further in. His radishes are collected in short order, and soon enough he's flitting back and forth with new potentials as yet untested. "That's a good idea! And maybe seeds could make a mouth..." he wonders as he cups the wide edge of a sunflower burdened with dark pockets of seeds. He scrapes some off, just in case.
The possibilities were truly endless once one glanced past the familiar, orange plane of a carrot. Although Iskra bundles several of those up to take with them as well. "How's the haul looking?" he calls over past the rustle of leaf and stem, not shadowing the boy every step of the way.
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
