Stepping away from the bright Melita's side, the silver-haired bard approached the man who had lingered on the edges of the party with a soft step and a welcoming smile. Even if they had been within the bounds of the Hollowed Grounds he would have come to greet a new face he had not met before, but with the dangers and wonders of the Wildwood - not least the shifting of the trees that stymied most attempts to get anywhere within it - he was especially attentive at meeting those who were courageous enough to brave its shadows. With all the Fae dancing and twirling it was an especially intimidating place for a lonely human to find himself, and Jigano was a bard - a diplomat at need, though not always a very good one, he had to admit to himself. Not in this new world where he had to learn not only the ways of the Hollowed Grounds humans, but now also the Fae of the Greatwood. It was harder to fit in and find common ground when you knew so little...
Something that was changing as he lived and made a home here, finding friends and family and learning to adapt, to open his heart and hope again.
He was clothed in white tonight, a fragment of the moon fallen to earth for the celebration, his wrapped tunic snug around his lean, trim body but with flaring sleeves that hid a multitude of things within their cleverly sewn pockets. He sweptVirion an elegant bow, rising with laughing blue eyes to offer his hand to the dark man and tilting his head back towards the dancers with a grin. "Would you do me the honor of a dance, good sir?"
Something that was changing as he lived and made a home here, finding friends and family and learning to adapt, to open his heart and hope again.
He was clothed in white tonight, a fragment of the moon fallen to earth for the celebration, his wrapped tunic snug around his lean, trim body but with flaring sleeves that hid a multitude of things within their cleverly sewn pockets. He swept
