He might not know the names of the places he found himself when he let his mind drift and his paws wander, but as soon as he saw the eerie trees of the grove he padded into he had a feeling that this was a place belonging to the young psychopomp and Caido's gentle god of death. Curiosity drove the fox, as always, as he explored without desire for destination, merely enjoying the wonder and newness of this place he had never been before as Isuma bounded along behind him - or occasionally in front of him, or beside him, wherever her own curious and playful nature took her.
Jigano was not relaxed in this place. There was a sense of things unseen, of movement out of the corners of his eyes that had no source when he turned his head to try and catch them. But though watchful, he was calm, and in time his patience was rewarded as he found two trees adorned with lanterns and bearing white candles reminiscent of the one in Rory's lantern. The fox paused thoughtfully as Isuma explored the lanterns, and then shifted back into his human form. He had not come expecting to pray today, and he had no prepared offerings, but he was occasionally resourceful, or so he liked to think. A page was torn from the back of his journal and he used the book as a hard surface to begin the clever folding he had learned from his mother.
After a few minutes of painstaking work a small white owl emerged from the paper his nimble fingers manipulated, and he placed it on a low branch near one of the candle shelves. Bowing his head, he slipped smoothly back to his fox form and sent a prayer winging silently to the heavens.
Ludo? he called, concern coloring the more usual reverence of his prayers. Are you alright? Mort isn't angry with you for what we did, is he?
Jigano was not relaxed in this place. There was a sense of things unseen, of movement out of the corners of his eyes that had no source when he turned his head to try and catch them. But though watchful, he was calm, and in time his patience was rewarded as he found two trees adorned with lanterns and bearing white candles reminiscent of the one in Rory's lantern. The fox paused thoughtfully as Isuma explored the lanterns, and then shifted back into his human form. He had not come expecting to pray today, and he had no prepared offerings, but he was occasionally resourceful, or so he liked to think. A page was torn from the back of his journal and he used the book as a hard surface to begin the clever folding he had learned from his mother.
After a few minutes of painstaking work a small white owl emerged from the paper his nimble fingers manipulated, and he placed it on a low branch near one of the candle shelves. Bowing his head, he slipped smoothly back to his fox form and sent a prayer winging silently to the heavens.
Ludo? he called, concern coloring the more usual reverence of his prayers. Are you alright? Mort isn't angry with you for what we did, is he?
