A few whispers had begun to spread throughout the Hollowed Grounds, naught but a handful but Jigano was listening, even if he had been subdued from his encounter with Safrin and his failure in the Spire. Perhaps it would all be for naught; the gods could not be pleased that he had failed to save the serpent and had allowed Wessex passage through the portal, even if the Voice had intervened.
And yet, the souls he had gathered during LongNight still needed to be sent on to their rightful home.
With the Greatwood closed there were only two places to pray, and Jigano far preferred the privacy of the Glade as he arrived on a night with only a cat's-claw sliver of moon in the sky, setting the lantern once more upon the altar along with two candles and a small flute carved from the femur of one of Rory's goats that had recently died. Bone was much harder to work with than wood, but it had been good to push his skills in music again, practicing something other than combat.
"Ludo... Mort," he said softly, hoping that one or both would hear him, even if the other could not come. "Please, I would return these souls to you so that they may rest at last."
And yet, the souls he had gathered during LongNight still needed to be sent on to their rightful home.
With the Greatwood closed there were only two places to pray, and Jigano far preferred the privacy of the Glade as he arrived on a night with only a cat's-claw sliver of moon in the sky, setting the lantern once more upon the altar along with two candles and a small flute carved from the femur of one of Rory's goats that had recently died. Bone was much harder to work with than wood, but it had been good to push his skills in music again, practicing something other than combat.
"Ludo... Mort," he said softly, hoping that one or both would hear him, even if the other could not come. "Please, I would return these souls to you so that they may rest at last."
