Was this a good idea? Probably not. Was he doing it anyways? Of course.
They all had their weaknesses, those people who meant more to them than their own lives. Remi might have been more open in his willingness to step between harm and his friends, but even the jaded bard had found connections worth risking it all for. There were those who had given him his life and heart back, who had planted the seeds of hope and healing and nurtured them across the seasons, and now it was time for the harvest. Isuma had been left at the farm, Rory and Deimos and Ronin had been informed of what he intended so his disappearance would not go unnoticed if the worst came to pass, and now it was a distinctive white raven who circled Launceleyn Manor, a small, brightly wrapped package in his talons.
The front door? Too obvious - and too much risk thatZariah's Edy's guards might try to get a little rough with him for eluding their former Queen. No, he bruised too easily for that. He had hoped to sneak in through an unlocked window that might be open to the pleasant Leafchange afternoon and then wait until he could catch Edy alone for a hopefully-quiet chat between two friends, to see what could be done about the situation.
Sometimes, the gods smiled on such endeavors.
A familiar yowling could be heard from a chamber that did, in fact, have its windows open, and a careful flyby had shown only one person visible, dark skin and dark hair a familiar sight, long legs and slender arms cementing their owner's identity.
Sometimes, the gods had a long, hard laugh.
That was a lot of bare skin.
Jigano considered the pros and cons only briefly before heaving a sigh to himself. Well. If he was doomed to be roasted like a chicken on the wing, maybe he could at least surprise a laugh from Edy before she did it. He folded his wings and dropped from the sky, swooping down to land neatly on the windowsill, package held neatly beneath one claw.
"Special delivery!" he croaked, hoping that his fiery friend wasn't engaged in awkward intimacies that he would be interrupting...
but it was a very small hope.
They all had their weaknesses, those people who meant more to them than their own lives. Remi might have been more open in his willingness to step between harm and his friends, but even the jaded bard had found connections worth risking it all for. There were those who had given him his life and heart back, who had planted the seeds of hope and healing and nurtured them across the seasons, and now it was time for the harvest. Isuma had been left at the farm, Rory and Deimos and Ronin had been informed of what he intended so his disappearance would not go unnoticed if the worst came to pass, and now it was a distinctive white raven who circled Launceleyn Manor, a small, brightly wrapped package in his talons.
The front door? Too obvious - and too much risk that
Sometimes, the gods smiled on such endeavors.
A familiar yowling could be heard from a chamber that did, in fact, have its windows open, and a careful flyby had shown only one person visible, dark skin and dark hair a familiar sight, long legs and slender arms cementing their owner's identity.
Sometimes, the gods had a long, hard laugh.
That was a lot of bare skin.
Jigano considered the pros and cons only briefly before heaving a sigh to himself. Well. If he was doomed to be roasted like a chicken on the wing, maybe he could at least surprise a laugh from Edy before she did it. He folded his wings and dropped from the sky, swooping down to land neatly on the windowsill, package held neatly beneath one claw.
"Special delivery!" he croaked, hoping that his fiery friend wasn't engaged in awkward intimacies that he would be interrupting...
but it was a very small hope.
