I will still be here, stargazing
Iskra had exited the skyport into the Greatwoods with a big breath. He had never actually been to this city before - he had not been to many places admittedly after sequestering himself into the frozen world of Halo. The arrival of winter was enough of an excuse to get out of Halo for a change of scenery, and while the magical bubble made sure he didn't freeze his dick off, it was still cold as shit. For this exact reason, is why Iskra traveled alone, for once. Goose, his dog, also known as his shadow, refused to leave a particularly enticing snowdrift. Not especially in the mood to go head to head with a stubborn husky in the snow, Iskra let him be, figuring it for the best. Magical woods and climbing were trouble abound for the mongrel, of that he was certain.
Iskra figured if he was going to sightsee and soak up some scraps of remaining good weather, he ought to at least arrive ready to help. A large sack of chopped logs that he'd slung on his back slowed him considerably as he navigated the city, wondering who best to take this free firewood. He was uncertain of it at first, wondering if it might upset the trees to see their kin felled. Then he thought that surely he was mad because how else did the inhabitants cook and keep warm if not with fire, and wood to feed its voracious appetite? Then he thought, perhaps an offering of Halo's wood would (hah) be helpful because then it meant they wouldn't have to cut down as many of their trees, and therefore, no one should be upset with him. In fact, maybe the Greatwood and the Halo trees were mortal enemies. Did trees that moved all the time have enough sentience to hate and form grudges? He'd have to ask Koa the next time he saw him.
Thinking, and wandering, and quickly growing tired of lugging around the corpses of relatives to this town, Iskra paused at the next person he set sights on. "Hey!" he called out, dropping his sack with a giant thud and an overly loud groan as he reached up and stretched his back. "Need some wood for Longnight?" On his hip, hung from his belt, Iskra's handy axe gleamed. Finishing his stretch, he followed the gaze Liam had left on the heavy branches, something of which Iskra had good experience with. "And a hand making more?"
Shit, hopefully it was okay to say that out loud and he wasn't about to whomped by a willow.
Iskra figured if he was going to sightsee and soak up some scraps of remaining good weather, he ought to at least arrive ready to help. A large sack of chopped logs that he'd slung on his back slowed him considerably as he navigated the city, wondering who best to take this free firewood. He was uncertain of it at first, wondering if it might upset the trees to see their kin felled. Then he thought that surely he was mad because how else did the inhabitants cook and keep warm if not with fire, and wood to feed its voracious appetite? Then he thought, perhaps an offering of Halo's wood would (hah) be helpful because then it meant they wouldn't have to cut down as many of their trees, and therefore, no one should be upset with him. In fact, maybe the Greatwood and the Halo trees were mortal enemies. Did trees that moved all the time have enough sentience to hate and form grudges? He'd have to ask Koa the next time he saw him.
Thinking, and wandering, and quickly growing tired of lugging around the corpses of relatives to this town, Iskra paused at the next person he set sights on. "Hey!" he called out, dropping his sack with a giant thud and an overly loud groan as he reached up and stretched his back. "Need some wood for Longnight?" On his hip, hung from his belt, Iskra's handy axe gleamed. Finishing his stretch, he followed the gaze Liam had left on the heavy branches, something of which Iskra had good experience with. "And a hand making more?"
Shit, hopefully it was okay to say that out loud and he wasn't about to whomped by a willow.
Iskra
