Jigano laughed at her dismissal of the two men, bowing in acceptance of her 'failure' to bewitch every man (and woman) in the Hollowed Grounds to her charms. He began to pluck flowers out of the air, weaving them idly together between his fingers as they spoke Her previous husband, her previous (other?) life made for a fascinating tale in its own right, and one word in particular caught his attention, seeming out of place with all else that she'd said. "Herd...?" he repeated curiously. "But either way, he sounds like a terrible husband and father. It sounds as though you're well rid of him." Especially if she at least got to keep her daughter in the deal, though he regretted the loss of the other twin.
He nodded somberly at the tale told once more of her stillbirth child in Halyven. She had indeed told him before, but it was no less heartbreaking for the repetition. Bastien's action with the lantern, however, was new, and his eyes softened as he nodded, finishing the final twist in the circlet of bright yellow and deepest purple (the closest he could come to gold and black) thornless roses. "Well. Perhaps I've been wrong about him," Jigano admitted with a wry smile. Perhaps there really was more to the artist than the shallow hedonist would-be-cult-leader Jigano still thought of him as. This other side of him that Rex shared was enlightening, and the bard slipped from the rock to offer his hand to her - and the flower crown that now rested in it.
"Then will Her Majesty allow her humble subject to escort her back to her consort?" he teased slyly. "And when you call for your council... I will answer."
He nodded somberly at the tale told once more of her stillbirth child in Halyven. She had indeed told him before, but it was no less heartbreaking for the repetition. Bastien's action with the lantern, however, was new, and his eyes softened as he nodded, finishing the final twist in the circlet of bright yellow and deepest purple (the closest he could come to gold and black) thornless roses. "Well. Perhaps I've been wrong about him," Jigano admitted with a wry smile. Perhaps there really was more to the artist than the shallow hedonist would-be-cult-leader Jigano still thought of him as. This other side of him that Rex shared was enlightening, and the bard slipped from the rock to offer his hand to her - and the flower crown that now rested in it.
"Then will Her Majesty allow her humble subject to escort her back to her consort?" he teased slyly. "And when you call for your council... I will answer."
