After the gathering at the notice board Jigano had gone home. Not to a place, to four walls and a roof and a door, no. Nowhere that could have an address or a number, no building or structure locked in position, unmoved and unmoving. No, the fox's home was warm blue eyes and gentle hands, fierce lips and strong arms that laced around him, giving his universe a center, giving him a place to belong.
Giving him a place to return to, like a lodestone always finding north again.
He had shared the day's events with a quiet intensity, worry in his eyes and tension in his hands as Isuma had curled up quietly in his lap and purred to calm him. He had shared, too, Amalia's invitation to a little... chat between friends. An evening of Chandrakant hospitality.A seditious act against an unwanted tyrant.
And that night he had stayed at the farm, knowing better than to leave either of them alone to the mercies of their own minds.
He didn't return to the settlement until afternoon of the next day, hardly unusual, and he had stopped by the Guild to look through more of the oldest records for signs of the Blight in the Greatwood... and to drop a quiet invitation in the mind of his Attuned colleague there. And there he had waited, untilRory came to fetch him so the pair could stroll over to the bakery for dinner, and to tease their little sister over a cup or two of tea.
Only instead of sitting down inside the bakery itself they passed through it, into the garden behind, through a little door behind the lavender, and down the steps. For a moment it was, in fact, just a family chat; their odd little, wonderful little found family, coming together for a few moments of comfort. Jigano nodded to both of their hosts with a wry smile, leaving the seat beside Amalia free for Rory, if the hunter wanted it, and instead taking the next one over. "The bread smells delicious," he murmured politely as he fixed himself a small meal from the proffered victuals.
Giving him a place to return to, like a lodestone always finding north again.
He had shared the day's events with a quiet intensity, worry in his eyes and tension in his hands as Isuma had curled up quietly in his lap and purred to calm him. He had shared, too, Amalia's invitation to a little... chat between friends. An evening of Chandrakant hospitality.
And that night he had stayed at the farm, knowing better than to leave either of them alone to the mercies of their own minds.
He didn't return to the settlement until afternoon of the next day, hardly unusual, and he had stopped by the Guild to look through more of the oldest records for signs of the Blight in the Greatwood... and to drop a quiet invitation in the mind of his Attuned colleague there. And there he had waited, until
Only instead of sitting down inside the bakery itself they passed through it, into the garden behind, through a little door behind the lavender, and down the steps. For a moment it was, in fact, just a family chat; their odd little, wonderful little found family, coming together for a few moments of comfort. Jigano nodded to both of their hosts with a wry smile, leaving the seat beside Amalia free for Rory, if the hunter wanted it, and instead taking the next one over. "The bread smells delicious," he murmured politely as he fixed himself a small meal from the proffered victuals.
