Shattering glass and pain echoing through a crowd of giggles, and Jigano gasped the current note and jerked his foot away, spinning to shed the lantern's light upon his attacker.
Except, of course, there was nothing there but the teethmarks in his boot, though he continued to sing through gritted teeth. The pain at least shook the earlier voices from his head and he released his hair with a startled flinch, realizing only then what he had been doing. Out on LongNight without a dreamfish or Amalia's staff. He had made smarter choices before.
Hadn't he?
It was getting hard to remember when, but the lantern's glow gave him courage and a purpose, however bad he was at it. He had a home to return to, and people who would mourn his passage, even if they were fewer in number now than they had been before. Isla had been lost on a night such as this. Emmett was swallowed by the eternal night below the ground. Edrei had ended her days in the pitch black belly of a landshark. And Caiside...
It was too soon to think about Caiside. All he could do was sing, voice rising stubbornly in the night, calling to the souls of the dead.
Calling to the living, should any be out and in need of guidance.
Calling to the lost, whoever and wherever they might be.
Come home. Please. Come home.
Except, of course, there was nothing there but the teethmarks in his boot, though he continued to sing through gritted teeth. The pain at least shook the earlier voices from his head and he released his hair with a startled flinch, realizing only then what he had been doing. Out on LongNight without a dreamfish or Amalia's staff. He had made smarter choices before.
Hadn't he?
It was getting hard to remember when, but the lantern's glow gave him courage and a purpose, however bad he was at it. He had a home to return to, and people who would mourn his passage, even if they were fewer in number now than they had been before. Isla had been lost on a night such as this. Emmett was swallowed by the eternal night below the ground. Edrei had ended her days in the pitch black belly of a landshark. And Caiside...
It was too soon to think about Caiside. All he could do was sing, voice rising stubbornly in the night, calling to the souls of the dead.
Calling to the living, should any be out and in need of guidance.
Calling to the lost, whoever and wherever they might be.
Come home. Please. Come home.
