Remi had not, generally speaking, had the best of experiences with Ludo. Jigano had to remind himself of that as he felt the alchemist's fear slip through the bond between them, hoping that the impatience he felt was a result of the blight and not simply a lack of compassion on his part. He had to fight past the annoyed urge to snap at the younger man to buck up, forcing himself to chirr reassuringly, though the sound might have been stolen by the wind. Probably better not to follow any lights on Long Night unless they belong to the Spark Bird, he admitted with a shiver. I doubt they'll have anything to do with Ludo, but they might well lead to death. Oh, the tricks the Long Night monsters could play...
Remi's pulse of agreement, the gentle lack of offense he took, poured a little quelling guilt on Jigano's ire and he subsided, croaking quietly. The Rathskeller, he said firmly. Or at least, the Temple. If I can get Rory to agree to come in to town this year. Someone should mind the Infirmary, at least, now that Isla... Now that Isla could not.
Not that he had much hope that Rory would be willing to leave the farm this year, either, but he would at least try to convince his mate to shelter in town in case they needed to fix the perch again.
A token would be welcome. Something like Aoife's necklace. Something to protect our minds, even if our bodies betray us, Jigano agreed with a sad sort of not-really-optimism. It was a pleasant dream, at least, even if it probably wasn't possible.
Remi's pulse of agreement, the gentle lack of offense he took, poured a little quelling guilt on Jigano's ire and he subsided, croaking quietly. The Rathskeller, he said firmly. Or at least, the Temple. If I can get Rory to agree to come in to town this year. Someone should mind the Infirmary, at least, now that Isla... Now that Isla could not.
Not that he had much hope that Rory would be willing to leave the farm this year, either, but he would at least try to convince his mate to shelter in town in case they needed to fix the perch again.
A token would be welcome. Something like Aoife's necklace. Something to protect our minds, even if our bodies betray us, Jigano agreed with a sad sort of not-really-optimism. It was a pleasant dream, at least, even if it probably wasn't possible.
