Longheat, the raven revealed with a pulse of regret. I made the offer in the heat of summer, hoping to get ahead of the scramble for Long Night preparations this year. But... He paused, and there was a sense of a furrowed brow as he searched his memories. There is a lantern... the lantern that Ludo gave to Rory last Leafchange. Amalia borrowed it after Long Night, to guide the souls that the song called. I do not think it will hold them, but it might serve to distract the monsters. If this guess of angry ghosts is right, he cautioned. We didn't bring it with us to repair the perch last year though. We didn't know what effect it had then, aside from never running out of light. But I will ask if we may borrow it this year. More light is better than less.
The pulse of curiosity was a welcome distraction from the darkness of their thoughts, and Jigano tilted his head curiously, but the direction of Remi's questioning held innocently sharp edges as it turned painfully personal. The raven flinched in his perch, a small croak of dismay emerging from his beak, only to be whipped away by the wind of the manticore's passage. Gods least fortunate, as if there isn't enough nightmare fuel already? Jigano snapped, a pulse of anger flashing through their link. It was a brief thing, bright but quickly burning out as he fought to rein it back in.
That's... not an impossible outcome, he admitted grudgingly after a few long breaths to try and calm himself. His voice was still a little jagged, but the deliberate sharpness was hidden again. The only problem is that the more blighted we become... I become... the more of a monster I feel on the inside. If they leave me alone, but all I seek to do is howl and rend, it will do the rest of you little good. He paused before speaking again, a sliver of thoughtful hope peeking through the weary anger. But if we can even slow the blight's progress, keep a semblance of our minds intact... then, yes, it would make the blighted the ideal guardians to help those who end up outside or under attack.
The pulse of curiosity was a welcome distraction from the darkness of their thoughts, and Jigano tilted his head curiously, but the direction of Remi's questioning held innocently sharp edges as it turned painfully personal. The raven flinched in his perch, a small croak of dismay emerging from his beak, only to be whipped away by the wind of the manticore's passage. Gods least fortunate, as if there isn't enough nightmare fuel already? Jigano snapped, a pulse of anger flashing through their link. It was a brief thing, bright but quickly burning out as he fought to rein it back in.
That's... not an impossible outcome, he admitted grudgingly after a few long breaths to try and calm himself. His voice was still a little jagged, but the deliberate sharpness was hidden again. The only problem is that the more blighted we become... I become... the more of a monster I feel on the inside. If they leave me alone, but all I seek to do is howl and rend, it will do the rest of you little good. He paused before speaking again, a sliver of thoughtful hope peeking through the weary anger. But if we can even slow the blight's progress, keep a semblance of our minds intact... then, yes, it would make the blighted the ideal guardians to help those who end up outside or under attack.
