He nodded to Deimos, though the man chose not to acknowledge him. He was worried, admittedly, when the big man appeared alone, but then the bard had arrived alone as well, initially.
He tilted his head curiously at the cheetah that approached, but gave a much warmer nod toKillian when the young man transformed into someone he knew, grateful and worried all at once that he was leading someone else who was trusting him into danger.
Samuel 's appearance brought a softening to his eyes, and he reached out to clasp his friend's hand in gratitude for his support. "Stay close," he told his friends, "and alert. Sam, do what you need to do to protect yourself. Hopefully the shade of the forest will be deep enough for you." Indeed, it looked cool and green beyond the baked clay of the Hollowed Grounds.
He lingered a little while, waiting to see if anyone else would arrive, but when it became clear it was just the four of them he turned a grim gaze on Deimos.
"Ianto?” he asked. It was all he had to say. Deimos had claimed the task of securing the red fox’s assistance… and Ianto was their best bet of navigating the woods, finding their friends, and answering their questions. Particularly the ‘where’ and ‘why.’ Without him along there wasn’t much point to their attempt at this…
But still, he had to try. He wouldn’t give up on his friends, and he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t give everything he had to finding them.
At first he simply tried to trace their original trail through the woods, hoping to come across the place where Amalia had been captured, but the woods were having none of that until he remembered Ianto’s advice to clear their minds. He thought it might be working, but that, too, failed spectacularly. Without a map or a guide it would seem the woods would not let them through…
But Ianto wasn’t the only fox in town.
Clearing his mind, Jigano focused down into himself and sent out a call for assistance, much as he had the day in the forest with Caiside and the corvids. He knelt down, extending his senses out into the Wildwood and there, nearby, were two who could hear him. The pair of crows, clever and friendly, flew to the edge of the trees, less wary than their kin within the barrier, and Jigano rose to speak with them, eye-to-eye. The conversation from there was less one of words and more of senses, images, and emotions. Help he asked of them, accompanied with the memory of the appearance of those he had lost, both human and animal forms.
But in case they had not seen them, then he gave them the image of Eliza, a small humanoid with dragonfly wings. Several Elizas, a group, a many. Was there someplace within the Woods where many Fae could be found? A desire for direction, a compelling plea for guidance through the wild ways of the trees, led by some of the cleverest of those who lived there all their lives.
He glanced over his shoulder at his human companions, giving them an encouraging nod. ”Stay close,” he said quietly, before prowling in the wake of the crows who fluttered from branch to branch just ahead of him, guiding the white-haired Attuned as they had been bidden.
He tilted his head curiously at the cheetah that approached, but gave a much warmer nod to
He lingered a little while, waiting to see if anyone else would arrive, but when it became clear it was just the four of them he turned a grim gaze on Deimos.
"Ianto?” he asked. It was all he had to say. Deimos had claimed the task of securing the red fox’s assistance… and Ianto was their best bet of navigating the woods, finding their friends, and answering their questions. Particularly the ‘where’ and ‘why.’ Without him along there wasn’t much point to their attempt at this…
But still, he had to try. He wouldn’t give up on his friends, and he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t give everything he had to finding them.
At first he simply tried to trace their original trail through the woods, hoping to come across the place where Amalia had been captured, but the woods were having none of that until he remembered Ianto’s advice to clear their minds. He thought it might be working, but that, too, failed spectacularly. Without a map or a guide it would seem the woods would not let them through…
But Ianto wasn’t the only fox in town.
Clearing his mind, Jigano focused down into himself and sent out a call for assistance, much as he had the day in the forest with Caiside and the corvids. He knelt down, extending his senses out into the Wildwood and there, nearby, were two who could hear him. The pair of crows, clever and friendly, flew to the edge of the trees, less wary than their kin within the barrier, and Jigano rose to speak with them, eye-to-eye. The conversation from there was less one of words and more of senses, images, and emotions. Help he asked of them, accompanied with the memory of the appearance of those he had lost, both human and animal forms.
But in case they had not seen them, then he gave them the image of Eliza, a small humanoid with dragonfly wings. Several Elizas, a group, a many. Was there someplace within the Woods where many Fae could be found? A desire for direction, a compelling plea for guidance through the wild ways of the trees, led by some of the cleverest of those who lived there all their lives.
He glanced over his shoulder at his human companions, giving them an encouraging nod. ”Stay close,” he said quietly, before prowling in the wake of the crows who fluttered from branch to branch just ahead of him, guiding the white-haired Attuned as they had been bidden.
