He hunched down a little further in his feathers, thoroughly chastised as an unmusical croak escaped his beak. My apologies, he said softly in the silence, not knowing what else to say. She was a goddess, and unknowable, but it was in his nature to try and know, to chain clues and facts and tidbits together to come up with ideas. They weren't always right - more often than not they weren't, truth be told - but he could no more stop himself from doing it than a fish could stop breathing water.
Still, this aloof deity, who spoke so casually of the death of the woods within a year, was an altogether different face of the being he had met with Amalia in Flowerbirth. Jigano watched her playing with her flower, removing a single petal, and he chirred again, deep in his throat, a rattling sound of dismay as she seemed to distance herself from all that had happened, all hints dropped and assistance given in darker times. Her question was a good one: he had come hoping for answers, for something to help protect his friends from Zariah's dark magics... but then he had feared offending her and had asked instead for a cure for the blight of the Greatwood. What would he have her do, if he could only ask it?
I... I had hoped you would know of a cure for the disease, he spoke simply for once, a cold knot forming in his stomach. If you wish to punish those of us who caused this, I could understand that. You know how those within the barrier chafed at the imprisonment, better than anyone. That there are consequences for what happened... that is only to be expected. He finally looked up at her again, straightening his small avian body as best he could. But the Greatwood and the Fae should not be punished for our sins. I would like you to help them, please. Help them heal their home, so they do not suffer for our mistakes.
Still, this aloof deity, who spoke so casually of the death of the woods within a year, was an altogether different face of the being he had met with Amalia in Flowerbirth. Jigano watched her playing with her flower, removing a single petal, and he chirred again, deep in his throat, a rattling sound of dismay as she seemed to distance herself from all that had happened, all hints dropped and assistance given in darker times. Her question was a good one: he had come hoping for answers, for something to help protect his friends from Zariah's dark magics... but then he had feared offending her and had asked instead for a cure for the blight of the Greatwood. What would he have her do, if he could only ask it?
I... I had hoped you would know of a cure for the disease, he spoke simply for once, a cold knot forming in his stomach. If you wish to punish those of us who caused this, I could understand that. You know how those within the barrier chafed at the imprisonment, better than anyone. That there are consequences for what happened... that is only to be expected. He finally looked up at her again, straightening his small avian body as best he could. But the Greatwood and the Fae should not be punished for our sins. I would like you to help them, please. Help them heal their home, so they do not suffer for our mistakes.
