He had found what he was looking for, in the broad river that ran along the northwest edge of what had once been the barrier. Tossed and tumbled onto the bank from who-knew-where, the pair of head-sized rocks were roughly round and greyish-brown. Luckily for the loreseeker they were also lighter than rocks of their size might have been expected to be, and with some perseverance he had managed to get them to the Atheneum. After several days of letting them sit, nibbling away at him with uncertainty and a feeling of vague hesitation he wasn’t used to – and didn’t like, he quickly decided – he finally tired of his wavering resolve and forced himself to sling the canvas bag over one shoulder and take up his black iron lantern with its Sparkbird feather ‘candle.’
He hardly needed it in the middle of the day, but he wasn’t intended to use it for light. Jigano made his way through the early afternoon Flowerbirth day, stoically continuing in spite of the playful cloudburst that left him unpleasantly damp and a bit chilled – and which, of course, lifted just before he arrived at the steps of the alchemy shop.
Tapping his knuckles tentatively on the door, he cleared his throat and called out to whoever was within. ” Remi ? Are you taking business today?” Or… whatever his errand qualified as.
He hardly needed it in the middle of the day, but he wasn’t intended to use it for light. Jigano made his way through the early afternoon Flowerbirth day, stoically continuing in spite of the playful cloudburst that left him unpleasantly damp and a bit chilled – and which, of course, lifted just before he arrived at the steps of the alchemy shop.
Tapping his knuckles tentatively on the door, he cleared his throat and called out to whoever was within. ” Remi ? Are you taking business today?” Or… whatever his errand qualified as.
