He had learned his lesson last year. This year there was no last-minute hunting, no desperate dashes for safety as the sun sank below the horizon. Jigano arrived with plenty of light left in the sky, bringing the dried and smoked venison, flavorful but bloodless, and an extra bag of books plucked from the Atheneum's shelves before he had locked the Loreseeker Guild Hall door and resumed his journey to the other Guild he had been visiting more often of late.
He came without fanfare, a luxere-antlered staff in hand to return to Amalia, a haughty unicorn in tow to reunite with Deimos, greeting friends and family and those he would be sharing the space with for the coming week, and he found an out of the way corner to settle himself in until Remi or Ronin could direct him to a room or space to call his own for that time to come. Isuma made her way into the rafters to greet Sugar and the other companions as they trickled in, a little snowy puff of sunshine in an otherwise darkening night.
He came without fanfare, a luxere-antlered staff in hand to return to Amalia, a haughty unicorn in tow to reunite with Deimos, greeting friends and family and those he would be sharing the space with for the coming week, and he found an out of the way corner to settle himself in until Remi or Ronin could direct him to a room or space to call his own for that time to come. Isuma made her way into the rafters to greet Sugar and the other companions as they trickled in, a little snowy puff of sunshine in an otherwise darkening night.
