To have discovered such a powerful shift within himself and then promptly have it bound and hobbled by the Voice had been as large a blow to Jigano's self-confidence as Safrin's lesson had been, for similar reasons. Rather than show it off proudly the bard had kept quiet about it, telling only Rory as he avoided using it for awhile after, but his curiosity about the new shift couldn't be subdued forever. He finally sent Remi a note, asking the alchemist to meet him one clear spring afternoon - though there was a suspicious line of clouds to the south that he was keeping an eye on, lest they being rain and worse.
There would be no sign of the white-haired bard when Remi arrived, but a silver-scaled dragon was crouched over a broad puddle, tilting his head from side to side as he tried to get a view of his reflection in the water. With his wings folded he was a sleek and serpentine beast, and with his feather-edged tail curled around his foreclaws as he sat in the midst of the fields he looked something like a large, scaly cat; one that was impossible to miss as the sunlight gleamed off his silvery hide.
Talons scored deep furrows in the soil as he shifted his weight, anxious both about what he saw in the puddle and about showing himself to another. But Remi, with his manticore form, would understand, he hoped. Better even than Amalia, graceful creature beloved of Safrin. The alchemist might not have been a fighter by nature, but he knew what it was to fight, and to anger the gods. So it was that despite their past differences Jigano reached out to him, hoping that Remi could help him learn about the capabilities and limits of his new form.
There would be no sign of the white-haired bard when Remi arrived, but a silver-scaled dragon was crouched over a broad puddle, tilting his head from side to side as he tried to get a view of his reflection in the water. With his wings folded he was a sleek and serpentine beast, and with his feather-edged tail curled around his foreclaws as he sat in the midst of the fields he looked something like a large, scaly cat; one that was impossible to miss as the sunlight gleamed off his silvery hide.
Talons scored deep furrows in the soil as he shifted his weight, anxious both about what he saw in the puddle and about showing himself to another. But Remi, with his manticore form, would understand, he hoped. Better even than Amalia, graceful creature beloved of Safrin. The alchemist might not have been a fighter by nature, but he knew what it was to fight, and to anger the gods. So it was that despite their past differences Jigano reached out to him, hoping that Remi could help him learn about the capabilities and limits of his new form.
