Information was what he had to try and find, and he should have been the best man for the job.
The world was not always so forgiving, though, and as mid-morning sun drifted through the air, reflected into the Guildhall by the mirrors that guided it from the southern window wells into the main hall, Jigano pored through the book with a desperation bordering on the obsessed.
The book was a gift from a goddess, its words imprinted on his mind, but still he searched its pages with an intensity that demanded the ancient script to give up more secrets, to tell him who had taken his friends, and why, and where they were now and how to get them back.
But all the book would say was that the people who lived in the woods had wings.
It was something but it wasn't nearly enough, and Isuma curled in her basket, miserable and silent as the kitten-sized gryphon with the owl head and wings and the snow leopard body watched her companion from worried golden eyes. As Jigano closed the book with deceptive gentleness and rose to pace restlessly across the stone floor in front of the hearth, thinking furiously and oblivious to the scuff of the door upstairs opening as someone made their way down the stairs.
Killian
The world was not always so forgiving, though, and as mid-morning sun drifted through the air, reflected into the Guildhall by the mirrors that guided it from the southern window wells into the main hall, Jigano pored through the book with a desperation bordering on the obsessed.
The book was a gift from a goddess, its words imprinted on his mind, but still he searched its pages with an intensity that demanded the ancient script to give up more secrets, to tell him who had taken his friends, and why, and where they were now and how to get them back.
But all the book would say was that the people who lived in the woods had wings.
It was something but it wasn't nearly enough, and Isuma curled in her basket, miserable and silent as the kitten-sized gryphon with the owl head and wings and the snow leopard body watched her companion from worried golden eyes. As Jigano closed the book with deceptive gentleness and rose to pace restlessly across the stone floor in front of the hearth, thinking furiously and oblivious to the scuff of the door upstairs opening as someone made their way down the stairs.
