He had only seen Melita in passing since the blight had faded from both their bones and she had helped him erect a monument to Ludo and Mort at the Bone Bridge. The same could be said for many of his friends, though, and it was long past time to seek them out and see how they were doing. In particular, he'd asked the brave huntress to meet him in the outskirts to help him hone his new magic and make sure his reflexes were still intact after LongNight. His failure to dodge the monsters's sludge and reach the bat-creature holding Ru'in's soul still sat like lead in his stomach, a failure he didn't intend to allow a repeat of next year.
Assuming Kiada let him accompany her again.
But Kiada needed to be far from his thoughts when meeting with Melita; whatever the tension between the two women was he had no desire to accidentally fan the flames higher, and if Kiada was the one who had cost Melita her mother and sister... well, Jigano could only make things worse by trying to interfere.
Better by far to squelch around a patch of Memory Mud and up to the drier crown of a small hill to await the summer-child's approach, tilting his head up to enjoy the early afternoon sunshine and the rain-fresh breeze that promised another downpour by evening.
Assuming Kiada let him accompany her again.
But Kiada needed to be far from his thoughts when meeting with Melita; whatever the tension between the two women was he had no desire to accidentally fan the flames higher, and if Kiada was the one who had cost Melita her mother and sister... well, Jigano could only make things worse by trying to interfere.
Better by far to squelch around a patch of Memory Mud and up to the drier crown of a small hill to await the summer-child's approach, tilting his head up to enjoy the early afternoon sunshine and the rain-fresh breeze that promised another downpour by evening.
