Voice Texts From Iko, But it's a Sparrow Thread

"King, huh?" Makara mused. "That's a name but it's also a title," she added, stating the obvious. "But I'll buy it!" She stared at the lava, contemplating King's suggestion of scooping something out. "I'm not sure, it feels hotter than any fire even from here. It seems a little dangerous? Maybe?" Mak prided herself on bravery but tried not to border too closely on stupidity. It was a delicate line. "And yes, sure am! I'm from Armada alright, but I wouldn't really call any of the males there... dudes? They're too serious for that," she murmured, thinking of the mean glint in her father's eye. "I don't think I've ever heard my dad even make a joke!" When was the last time he had even smiled? Ugh. Mak shied away from the thought. Steam wafted up from the lava in front of them and a few bubbles came to the surface, belching more heat as they popped. The ground nearby the crevice was charred and barren, as if the fire had eaten it up from the inside.