It was a drama he had no place in that was playing out between the young warrior at his side and the love who had been stolen by the night. They spoke of worlds and people beyond his ken, of ghosts and shadows lost to time and space. Some found, as he heard 'Deimos' and 'Hotaru' but he could give nothing to the stranger in the dark. He could only guard Kiada and sing for the soul of the man she still loved, hoping to soothe his restless spirit and coax him into an easy surrender.
They couldn't bring him back to the Guild, of course. Whatever he was before, he was part of the night now, and though Kiada's vision was blurred with memories and tears for what she had lost the bard's gaze was clear and cold as he flicked fox's eyes to the dark around them and back to Ru'in once more, wary of where the attack would come from. The ghoul of the man who had loved her was the most obvious threat, but that didn't mean he was the only one.
The soft song continued as Jigano remained defensive and waiting for the moment when the fragile peace shattered, ready to protect his charge.
They couldn't bring him back to the Guild, of course. Whatever he was before, he was part of the night now, and though Kiada's vision was blurred with memories and tears for what she had lost the bard's gaze was clear and cold as he flicked fox's eyes to the dark around them and back to Ru'in once more, wary of where the attack would come from. The ghoul of the man who had loved her was the most obvious threat, but that didn't mean he was the only one.
The soft song continued as Jigano remained defensive and waiting for the moment when the fragile peace shattered, ready to protect his charge.
