The Wildwood was full of beauty, wonder, and cool shadows in the Longheat afternoon, making it the perfect place for a wandering Loreseeker to explore as he sought to avoid the punishing sun of the Hollowed Grounds. Much as a person in the place had become his home, Jigano's feet still itched with the desire to explore and see new things in the world that had opened up for them.
He walked with Arduinna's permission, or so he hoped, through the great old forest, Isuma bounding along at his feet or flapping her clumsy way up to his shoulder to ride for awhile. He wore his long silver hair pulled back in a simple tail, plain except for one tress that was braided with a white raven's feather, its tip painted in shades of blue and silver dust from the forge brushed over the top before it had been sealed against wet and weather. He wore his green wrapped tunic with the leaf patterns, a bit of artistry worked by Rexanna's skilled hand, over his looser summer breeches and the elegant rapier at his side. A bag slung over his shoulder held a grey journal and a writing stick, at least until his wandering feet brought him to another new marvel.
The pool was red, or at least it appeared to be from a distance. As he grew nearer he thought he could see that it was actually clear, but it was lined in a reddish substance - plant? Algae? - that colored the pure water as afternoon light played across its surface. Laughing quietly to himself in honest delight, he retrieved journal and pen and began to write as Isuma curiously approached the shore, leaning her little head out just far enough over the water to sniff it warily.
He walked with Arduinna's permission, or so he hoped, through the great old forest, Isuma bounding along at his feet or flapping her clumsy way up to his shoulder to ride for awhile. He wore his long silver hair pulled back in a simple tail, plain except for one tress that was braided with a white raven's feather, its tip painted in shades of blue and silver dust from the forge brushed over the top before it had been sealed against wet and weather. He wore his green wrapped tunic with the leaf patterns, a bit of artistry worked by Rexanna's skilled hand, over his looser summer breeches and the elegant rapier at his side. A bag slung over his shoulder held a grey journal and a writing stick, at least until his wandering feet brought him to another new marvel.
The pool was red, or at least it appeared to be from a distance. As he grew nearer he thought he could see that it was actually clear, but it was lined in a reddish substance - plant? Algae? - that colored the pure water as afternoon light played across its surface. Laughing quietly to himself in honest delight, he retrieved journal and pen and began to write as Isuma curiously approached the shore, leaning her little head out just far enough over the water to sniff it warily.
