JIGANO
Jigano thought, at first, that he was dreaming. Had he fallen asleep, perchance, with his nose in one of his books? Or worse, had he been dragged into the book? It wouldn’t be the first time. Whatever the reasoning behind his current situation, the bard knew that in this battle, fighting smart was the single reasonable option. Brute force (of which he was not renowned) would leave him little more than a bloody smear on the labyrinth flagstones.
And so, to put some much desired distance between himself and the Minotaur, he flew on ghostly wings through the serpentine pathways, croaking something like a mockery to the creature behind him. He wasn’t exactly a red rag, but the bull might still see him as a suitable target - and if he could lure it, he had time to think. And thinking was most definitely more his forte.
Unfortunately, his flight was interrupted by the most wonderful of songs, one that filled his mind in its entirety, one that threw the balance of his beating wings and set his flight feathers on edge, of such a thing were possible. Clicking his beak, Jigano turned his head this way and that to locate the noise - and flew into Loren’s back with a whump.
And so, to put some much desired distance between himself and the Minotaur, he flew on ghostly wings through the serpentine pathways, croaking something like a mockery to the creature behind him. He wasn’t exactly a red rag, but the bull might still see him as a suitable target - and if he could lure it, he had time to think. And thinking was most definitely more his forte.
Unfortunately, his flight was interrupted by the most wonderful of songs, one that filled his mind in its entirety, one that threw the balance of his beating wings and set his flight feathers on edge, of such a thing were possible. Clicking his beak, Jigano turned his head this way and that to locate the noise - and flew into Loren’s back with a whump.
