He was still far from his best, but he was better than he had been. The blight had done more than steal his mind - though that would have been more than enough on its own. No, it had also left him gaunt and weak from lack of proper eating and rest. He had been recovering under Rory's care, and he was feeling stronger now in spite of the way his hands still shook, but he had a ways to go yet.
Unfortunately, with Long Night just around the corner, time was a commodity they didn't have nearly enough of.
He had invited Kiada out to the Ruins to train some strength back into their bodies and see how their reflexes were recovering. He still didn't trust himself with his sword just yet; the precision required to wield the rapier was impossible until the shaking stopped. Kiada, however, had come into a new wildshape, and four legs were steadier than two at the moment. It made for a good place to start, and it would be nice to have someone his size to tussle with for a change.
None of this wolves or lions or manticores business.
So it was that Jigano waited in the evening for her to arrive, a white fox perched on top of a broken column of stone as snow sifted down lightly from wispy clouds overhead, black nose twitching and blue-black eyes alert for his friend while Isuma circled in the sky, talons clutching a gift, waiting for Auni to arrive so the pair could play while their companions sparred.
Unfortunately, with Long Night just around the corner, time was a commodity they didn't have nearly enough of.
He had invited Kiada out to the Ruins to train some strength back into their bodies and see how their reflexes were recovering. He still didn't trust himself with his sword just yet; the precision required to wield the rapier was impossible until the shaking stopped. Kiada, however, had come into a new wildshape, and four legs were steadier than two at the moment. It made for a good place to start, and it would be nice to have someone his size to tussle with for a change.
None of this wolves or lions or manticores business.
So it was that Jigano waited in the evening for her to arrive, a white fox perched on top of a broken column of stone as snow sifted down lightly from wispy clouds overhead, black nose twitching and blue-black eyes alert for his friend while Isuma circled in the sky, talons clutching a gift, waiting for Auni to arrive so the pair could play while their companions sparred.
