» A New Frontier

Heaven if you sent us down So we could build a playground you'd be so proud of what we've made As she agreed and they started to move away, Iskra leaned in closer to her, grateful for her company and the easy way they got along. "Thanks," he said, not caring to elaborate because it'd be awkward on his lips, fumbling on his tongue to try to express everything he felt. To make sure she didn't ask though, he went on, changing subjects. "He scares me," Iskra admitted, and though it was not a hard thing to say, there was a visible aura of defeat to Iskra when he did. His shoulders looked a bit slumped, his wings loose instead of tight, his neck curved a bit defensively and his gaze stared down, dulled. It was an appearance he'd worn since arrival at the Rift, when he wasn't trying to pretend everything was okay anyway. "He's too powerful to defy, or even ignore... so what else is there to do but listen? Even the leaders from before have no power here... we can't even get ourselves back into herds, back somewhere safe." Iskra was mindful that he was suddenly going on a bit too much, so he quieted abruptly and looked away. Melita was strong, but she was not unbreakable, and she was not without loss and confusion either. He had no right to burden her with his grievances. "Sorry," he mumbled, turning to her with a newly slapped on smile. "Exploring should be interesting though, so where do you wanna go first!?" he'd trade his guns for love I s k r A but he's caught in the crossfire

@Melita