In truth, Jigano was not looking forward to regaining anything resembling a human shape here in these broad-waved waters that plunged below to fathoms uncounted. He was frail, and small, and not nearly a strong enough swimmer to survive long upon these waters without the strength of his other shapes to fall back on, but - perhaps Safrin had a point, after all. Serving life came as naturally to him as serving death, and however he felt about Sunjata these days it wasn't enough for him to withhold Healing if the other man would accept it.
However much it served him right for trying to take a bite out of Jigano's tail in the first place.
Would you like those Healed as well, as long as you're enduring it? I can leave the scars behind, if you'd like, he offered formally of the other injuries Sunjata listed.
It was a page from the other man's book that the bard took then, reaching for the heart of his shift and only partially twisting his form so that he maintained a shark's bottom half and a human's upper one, though hairless and covered in sharkskin still. Isuma perched precariously on his shoulder, watching Sunjata suspiciously from golden eyes. Jigano flexed his fingers and laid them on the thick, smooth blubber of the orca's tail, focusing his magic through the palms of his hands as the silent song rose sweet and clear within his soul, golden magic twisting down his arms and into the Arbiter's body. The jewel sat heavy on his tongue, warmed by his body heat but salty enough to make him long for a drink.
As soon as the deed was done he shifted back to his full shark form and dived, Isuma taking wing skyward again as Jigano rolled through water and marveled at the feel of his gills filtering water for stuff to breath that wasn't air. So. Stabbed and shot at? Sounds as though you've been busy.
However much it served him right for trying to take a bite out of Jigano's tail in the first place.
Would you like those Healed as well, as long as you're enduring it? I can leave the scars behind, if you'd like, he offered formally of the other injuries Sunjata listed.
It was a page from the other man's book that the bard took then, reaching for the heart of his shift and only partially twisting his form so that he maintained a shark's bottom half and a human's upper one, though hairless and covered in sharkskin still. Isuma perched precariously on his shoulder, watching Sunjata suspiciously from golden eyes. Jigano flexed his fingers and laid them on the thick, smooth blubber of the orca's tail, focusing his magic through the palms of his hands as the silent song rose sweet and clear within his soul, golden magic twisting down his arms and into the Arbiter's body. The jewel sat heavy on his tongue, warmed by his body heat but salty enough to make him long for a drink.
As soon as the deed was done he shifted back to his full shark form and dived, Isuma taking wing skyward again as Jigano rolled through water and marveled at the feel of his gills filtering water for stuff to breath that wasn't air. So. Stabbed and shot at? Sounds as though you've been busy.
