Iskra
I'm chasing starlight to find it's died away
Well, Koa certainly had him there. He had in fact, not traveled to the magnificent Wormtopia, and he was going to hazard a guess that neither had Koa. If he wanted to settle this once and for all, he'd probably have to ask a worm. Maybe there was someone in Halo he could bother about this later, assuming he'd remember after tonight was over. "I hope not," Iskra said with an abrupt somberness as Koa beautifully summed up that worms were just too mysterious for them to even fathom understanding. "If Wormtopia is underground then they miss out on stars and sunsets each day, how bleak." Iskra decided that was enough reason to never be a worm.There were more worms at hand than the ones underground though. A wolfish grin emerged on the woodcutter's face as the conversation twisted like a sick kick flip. He was in wholesome agreement with the dragoon on the preservation of at least one bone. "I hear you can break it." Iskra's voice had lowered as if saying it too loud might invite the awful fate to descend upon them, the outcome of some wicked cryptid whose sole purpose in life was going around to break the necks of sideways cyclopses.
Briefly, Iskra wondered what a worm's penis was like. Did worms have funny names for their worm? Maybe something like a dirt dragger.
"We already have that," Iskra interjected. "That's what armor is and it's a heavy bitch." Not that he was anywhere near as trained as Koa was by the sounds and looks, but surely the dragoon wasn't about to tell him armor was a breeze. "But, you might be on to something about adding more bones, just maybe add more of them on the inside." He'd helped prep enough birds for eating to have learned and seen a thing or two. "That's what birds do, they have lots of bones in their neck and it's why they can spin it all the way around. Maybe if you had extra bones you could dodge better." Plus, birds eat worms, so it's full circle.
In the distance, Goose had found a particularly juicy strand of kelp and was trying to entice pipsqueak into some good old-fashioned tug of war.
