The bard had immediately been intrigued by word of the puppet show, though he was uncertain at first whether he would be welcome in its cast. Still, the words of Ludo and Edy both resonated in him, and he had wrapped his courage around himself in spite of the trembling of his hands and the anger that snapped and slithered within his heart, a temper that had no cause and that he fought daily to subdue. He came to the appointed place at the appointed time, and his baseless rage was quieted by the delight he felt at seeing the masterfully-crafted stage set up and waiting. It made it easier to hold himself steady, hands and heart both, for he had much to apologize for, and the reparations had to begin somewhere. It was a start, at least, or so he hoped.
Footsteps still soft in spite of the dry leaves that scattered across the ground like a mosaic of flame (oh, Edy, she would have loved the imagery, even as she made fun of him for his poetic bent), he approached and offered a bow toAmalia and Melita , Isuma diving from his shoulder to try and tackle Fangorn in a flurry of happy feathers and fur. "I'm ready," he said simply, and prayed that his shaking hands were up to the challenge.
Jigano would like to play the lanterns!
Footsteps still soft in spite of the dry leaves that scattered across the ground like a mosaic of flame (oh, Edy, she would have loved the imagery, even as she made fun of him for his poetic bent), he approached and offered a bow to
Jigano would like to play the lanterns!
