It had been far too long since he had enjoyed the freedom of his oldest form, the one he'd known nearly since birth. Jigano trotted through the growing explosion of life that only came in Flowerbirth, keeping his white paws fastidiously clean by going around mud puddles as he headed for the barrier scar, Isuma flitting through the branches high above him. Word had been posted that the Greatwood was open again, and he was eager to see if his friends among the Fae were well.
Song drifted through the air, drawing him to it almost without thought. Movement caught his attention when he drew closer, as a flicker of wasp's wings far too large for any insect caught the light near his path. He paused, ears up and nose twitching as he peered through the greening Hollowed Grounds underbrush into the clearing where a Fae stood throwing down seeds and coaxing them, though they didn't respond as plants did to Delah and her warriors.
Or to him now, for that matter, strange as that thought still was.
He ducked his head and crept as close as he could while remaining hidden, shifting back to his human form behind a large tree while Isuma perched above to relay her vision of what was occurring below. Reaching out with his soul he felt the shimmering strings of green and brown quiver in response to the seeds as they fell upon the soil, and he reached out to prod them gently, feeding them life and energy so that they began to grow, leaves uncurling from within their shells and stretching sunwards as spindly roots dug into muddy earth, finding purchase as his healing magic enriched the soil beneath them and fed them even more as color began to blossom anew within the arc of the empty scar.
Song drifted through the air, drawing him to it almost without thought. Movement caught his attention when he drew closer, as a flicker of wasp's wings far too large for any insect caught the light near his path. He paused, ears up and nose twitching as he peered through the greening Hollowed Grounds underbrush into the clearing where a Fae stood throwing down seeds and coaxing them, though they didn't respond as plants did to Delah and her warriors.
Or to him now, for that matter, strange as that thought still was.
He ducked his head and crept as close as he could while remaining hidden, shifting back to his human form behind a large tree while Isuma perched above to relay her vision of what was occurring below. Reaching out with his soul he felt the shimmering strings of green and brown quiver in response to the seeds as they fell upon the soil, and he reached out to prod them gently, feeding them life and energy so that they began to grow, leaves uncurling from within their shells and stretching sunwards as spindly roots dug into muddy earth, finding purchase as his healing magic enriched the soil beneath them and fed them even more as color began to blossom anew within the arc of the empty scar.
