Though he composed himself and controlled his body from jerking at the sudden appearance of the deity, something inside him still flinched at the appearance of a god so near at hand, even one he felt an uncommon fondness for. He stretched himself out in a canine bow, rising with hope in his blue eyes and a short wag of his long, fluffy brush at Ludo's casual command.
Lacking thumbs might have been more of a challenge, but Jigano moved with the deft confidence of a lifetime of experience as he turned to grip the 'bait' stick between his teeth, pulling it - and the attached Wicker Woman's branch - into position before the fluttering rags first. Isuma chirruped happily and nestled up into the petting of the eerie cloth as the white fox dragged the lantern with its fiery feather forward next. Finally, he set his teeth to the cloth package, tugging on a corner to unwrap it and reveal the spill of colored scales that he had washed and cleaned in the river after their feast. Silver and gold, crimson and white glittered on the folds of fabric, and Jigano sat back looking hopefully up at the god.
Is it enough? he asked cautiously.
Lacking thumbs might have been more of a challenge, but Jigano moved with the deft confidence of a lifetime of experience as he turned to grip the 'bait' stick between his teeth, pulling it - and the attached Wicker Woman's branch - into position before the fluttering rags first. Isuma chirruped happily and nestled up into the petting of the eerie cloth as the white fox dragged the lantern with its fiery feather forward next. Finally, he set his teeth to the cloth package, tugging on a corner to unwrap it and reveal the spill of colored scales that he had washed and cleaned in the river after their feast. Silver and gold, crimson and white glittered on the folds of fabric, and Jigano sat back looking hopefully up at the god.
Is it enough? he asked cautiously.
