He had meant to return to the Mathair once LongNight ended to see how it fared and to ask the Fae about their experience with the week of darkness. He had warned Jiao well in advance, but they just didn't know if the monsters would try to spread out or not, or if they would remain bound to the Hollowed Grounds - or, given what they now knew, bound to hunting the Ascended within the Hollowed Grounds and their upgrades. It seemed less likely that there would be anything for the nightmare beings in the Greatwood, but he would worry over it until he knew for certain what had transpired in the forest and Sidhe Village.
He was not allowed in the Village, but he knew that there were Fae at the Mathair, and that was where his paws had taken him in fox's shape, ghosting over the melting banks of snow like a winter spirit heading north towards colder climes now that spring was in the air.
He came across Deimos's trail by chance, but the familiar scent had him sharpening his curiosity and intent, wondering what the big man was doing out in the Greatwood at this hour. The fox scented off to the side of the trail, seeking Amalia's trace on the wind, but found nothing familiar and so he continued on, sneaking cautiously now, moving slowly and silently and blending into the melting snow until he came across the conclave - the trial? - already in progress. He crouched in a dying snowbank, ears flat and eyes narrowed to avoid the betraying gleam of his eyes as he took in the tableaux underway.
Jigano arrives in foxform and watches for now, waiting to see which way the wind will blow
He was not allowed in the Village, but he knew that there were Fae at the Mathair, and that was where his paws had taken him in fox's shape, ghosting over the melting banks of snow like a winter spirit heading north towards colder climes now that spring was in the air.
He came across Deimos's trail by chance, but the familiar scent had him sharpening his curiosity and intent, wondering what the big man was doing out in the Greatwood at this hour. The fox scented off to the side of the trail, seeking Amalia's trace on the wind, but found nothing familiar and so he continued on, sneaking cautiously now, moving slowly and silently and blending into the melting snow until he came across the conclave - the trial? - already in progress. He crouched in a dying snowbank, ears flat and eyes narrowed to avoid the betraying gleam of his eyes as he took in the tableaux underway.
Jigano arrives in foxform and watches for now, waiting to see which way the wind will blow
