Sunjata didn't need to explain the obstacles the blight created to Jigano; the bard was well aware of how difficult the sickness could make things, amplifying and feeding on dark emotions and twisting them into vicious attacks and wicked taunts that he didn't mean. It was why he stopped pressuring Sunjata, recognizing how frustrated the other man was probably becoming with his inability to provide answers and the added difficulty of some sort of language barrier. "You've given me more than I had before," Jigano said simply, with a nod of gratitude. "That's all I can hope for."
He had found the place he sought: a flat area where the rock gave way to bare earth, and he began to measure out a square with his knotted string and pegs that he knocked into the frozen ground with the aid of a small hammer - and many misses thanks to his shaking hands. He paused to glance up as Sunjata unexpectedly spoke again. "Frey..." he repeated thoughtfully, though a faint frown marred his brow. He had never met the god personally (and it was still a little strange to think that he had met any true god personally) but what he had heard of them inspired a healthy wariness and desire for distance. 'Consent' seemed like a guideline that one followed only loosely, and Jigano was devoted to his mate and desired no outside interference in his love life.
"Yes," he said, a hint of gratitude chasing away the shadows of Frey's name. "Vi's Roses. Amalia said we had them to thank for the recovery. Vi... and Arduinna," he added softly, remembering the dark statue that the regal Fae woman had become within the garden of Roses.
He had found the place he sought: a flat area where the rock gave way to bare earth, and he began to measure out a square with his knotted string and pegs that he knocked into the frozen ground with the aid of a small hammer - and many misses thanks to his shaking hands. He paused to glance up as Sunjata unexpectedly spoke again. "Frey..." he repeated thoughtfully, though a faint frown marred his brow. He had never met the god personally (and it was still a little strange to think that he had met any true god personally) but what he had heard of them inspired a healthy wariness and desire for distance. 'Consent' seemed like a guideline that one followed only loosely, and Jigano was devoted to his mate and desired no outside interference in his love life.
"Yes," he said, a hint of gratitude chasing away the shadows of Frey's name. "Vi's Roses. Amalia said we had them to thank for the recovery. Vi... and Arduinna," he added softly, remembering the dark statue that the regal Fae woman had become within the garden of Roses.
