Jigano grinned and waved at Ronin and Deimos as he swung by in a reel, half his partners hovering on flashing dragonfly wings while even those who stayed on the ground hardly seemed to touch it. As he was spun around and around again he caught sight of a familiar unicorn, and though he initially laughed and stretched a hand towards her the red-stained cloth that wrapped her rider’s eyes caught him short, the breath leaving his body in shock at Remi’s terrible wounds. He didn’t know what the young man was even doing out and moving with such injuries, but surely Isla wouldn’t have let him come if they had been as bad as they looked…
Surely…?
He excused himself from the dance before any more Fae had to dodge around him, hesitating between approaching the alchemist and staying back. They had mended much of the bridge they had initially burned down together, but it was still a fragile, rickety thing, and he wasn’t sure that the young man would want to see hi—
Bad choice of words.
No, Remi probably didn’t want to be around him right now, when he likely needed the company of good friends and sympathy. The bard found himself drifting off to the side while he tried to process this new turn of events, and his celebratory mood darkened as he tried to figure out what could have happened to the young man. Something at the Fae Village? Another curse from Ludo? Something else entirely?
He bit his lip, and then blinked in startlement when he realized Melita was nearby. She was carrying her basket and he thought he caught the glint of flinthopper legs still within. His mood rallied, and he stepped over to join her with a grin, glad of her distraction and sweeping her an elegant bow with his cloth-wrapped parcel still held in one hand. ”I’m glad you made it!” It was an honest declaration, and a bright one as he gestured to the dancers among the Fae who twirled and swirled, stomped and flew to the rhythms of the music. ”Would you do me the honor of a dance?”
Surely…?
He excused himself from the dance before any more Fae had to dodge around him, hesitating between approaching the alchemist and staying back. They had mended much of the bridge they had initially burned down together, but it was still a fragile, rickety thing, and he wasn’t sure that the young man would want to see hi—
Bad choice of words.
No, Remi probably didn’t want to be around him right now, when he likely needed the company of good friends and sympathy. The bard found himself drifting off to the side while he tried to process this new turn of events, and his celebratory mood darkened as he tried to figure out what could have happened to the young man. Something at the Fae Village? Another curse from Ludo? Something else entirely?
He bit his lip, and then blinked in startlement when he realized Melita was nearby. She was carrying her basket and he thought he caught the glint of flinthopper legs still within. His mood rallied, and he stepped over to join her with a grin, glad of her distraction and sweeping her an elegant bow with his cloth-wrapped parcel still held in one hand. ”I’m glad you made it!” It was an honest declaration, and a bright one as he gestured to the dancers among the Fae who twirled and swirled, stomped and flew to the rhythms of the music. ”Would you do me the honor of a dance?”
