The staff whiffed harmlessly through the air and Jigano might have growled in frustration if his voice hadn’t been full of song. A soft, gentle melody for the moment as the voice above expounded on the adverbs of darkness in all its glory, living its best villain life and loving it. Of course, as he was ordered to put a cork in it the bard did what bards were wont to do when faced with heckling.
He turned up the volume.
He didn’t try and argue with the invisible voice in the darkness; his breath was being put to better things at the moment, and it wasn’t the most trustworthy of sources, what with the hiding and threatening them from beyond their reach while hiding behind a soul hostage.
Kiada’s nudge and whispered breath told him what he needed to know, and he nodded fractionally. The staff was glowing red again, but whatever was above them was too high for its light to reach. He glanced around quickly, trying to find a building nearby or something they could use to get up on its level as Kiada begun tugging at the crossbow on his back. He flicked the buckle across his chest to free it and rested the staff across Auni’s antlers so that either of them could try and grab it if they needed to.
He didn’t think the attempt to barter would work, but he wasn’t going to sabotage it before Kiada had her answer, either. He followed her lead instead, unhooking the quiver of bolts from his belt and hooking it over hers as she took charge of the crossbow.
Jigano looks for a place they might climb higher while setting the staff across Auni’s antlers to hold for whoever needs it next. He helps Kiada get his crossbow and bolts.
And he keeps singing, louder and putting more force behind itbecause the monster isn’t his real dad.
He turned up the volume.
He didn’t try and argue with the invisible voice in the darkness; his breath was being put to better things at the moment, and it wasn’t the most trustworthy of sources, what with the hiding and threatening them from beyond their reach while hiding behind a soul hostage.
Kiada’s nudge and whispered breath told him what he needed to know, and he nodded fractionally. The staff was glowing red again, but whatever was above them was too high for its light to reach. He glanced around quickly, trying to find a building nearby or something they could use to get up on its level as Kiada begun tugging at the crossbow on his back. He flicked the buckle across his chest to free it and rested the staff across Auni’s antlers so that either of them could try and grab it if they needed to.
He didn’t think the attempt to barter would work, but he wasn’t going to sabotage it before Kiada had her answer, either. He followed her lead instead, unhooking the quiver of bolts from his belt and hooking it over hers as she took charge of the crossbow.
Jigano looks for a place they might climb higher while setting the staff across Auni’s antlers to hold for whoever needs it next. He helps Kiada get his crossbow and bolts.
And he keeps singing, louder and putting more force behind it
