Ronin and Remi he knew, nodding to the one and murmuring a quiet greeting to the second, so the blind man would know he was there. He held his opinion of the alchemist tight, trusting to Amalia and Ronin’s judgment in including the young man. Nathaniel earned a cautious nod as well, the bard recognizing the Natural Healer from their brief meeting at the Infirmary, when all those with healing knowledge had gathered to make themselves known to each other in case of emergency. He raised a brow as Wessex swept in and immediately tried to take control, but he did not think she would find it so easy as she did when ordering her Ascended brethren about, and he remained quiet, trusting in his friends to stand their ground – and sending a little pulse of support through the Attuned bond to Amalia. Kiada received a grin, as did Auni, but he kept further greetings to the smallest of murmurs, and when the baker stood to speak he focused his attention on her with a flicker of a proud smile, in spite of the dark situation that had drawn them all together.
He had lived through darkness before, after all. He knew from experience how a dedicated group could face the odds and find the sunrise again.
The bard certainly had no protest for deciding what would come next. If he had, he wouldn’t have come, so instead he simply tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. And it was well worth the wait, her words impassioned but well-thought out, a fitting oratory for one so full of fire and light. He nodded cautious agreement, knowing that what she sought from their existing community was an ideal that was easier to speak of in words than create in practice. Though… Zariah did provide a conveniently unifying target for discontent among a wide swathe of people, natural and outlander, farmer and townsfolk alike.
For a brief moment he had hoped she might nominate herself, as a Chandrakant and her grandmother’s daughter – her mother’s as well, however rocky that relationship had been – but the nomination that came was both surprising and… not. A co-leadership, Natural and Outlander? Rory had, Jigano knew, done his best to make amends for his words at the Spire, and Ronin was easy-going and cheerful, with few enemies, if any, that the bard could think of off the top of his head. He grinned, slanting a look atRory and raising a brow to make sure the hunter would accept the honor before speaking up as well. ”And I third it,” he agreed, with a nod and a smile for Deimos , glad they continued to be aligned in their support of their friends and loved ones.
He had lived through darkness before, after all. He knew from experience how a dedicated group could face the odds and find the sunrise again.
The bard certainly had no protest for deciding what would come next. If he had, he wouldn’t have come, so instead he simply tilted his head, waiting for her to continue. And it was well worth the wait, her words impassioned but well-thought out, a fitting oratory for one so full of fire and light. He nodded cautious agreement, knowing that what she sought from their existing community was an ideal that was easier to speak of in words than create in practice. Though… Zariah did provide a conveniently unifying target for discontent among a wide swathe of people, natural and outlander, farmer and townsfolk alike.
For a brief moment he had hoped she might nominate herself, as a Chandrakant and her grandmother’s daughter – her mother’s as well, however rocky that relationship had been – but the nomination that came was both surprising and… not. A co-leadership, Natural and Outlander? Rory had, Jigano knew, done his best to make amends for his words at the Spire, and Ronin was easy-going and cheerful, with few enemies, if any, that the bard could think of off the top of his head. He grinned, slanting a look at
