Sometimes it was nice to take a break and just... be for awhile. To remember where one came from, and where the roots were. Jigano had stolen an afternoon to walk the Woodlands with his favorite herbal from the Atheneum, Isuma stalking through the underbrush nearby as she dutifully hunted down flinthoppers. He paused occasionally to examine a heat-stressed plant, feeding it his magic to perk it up so he could compare it to the notes in the book he held. Sometimes he would collect the plant, or parts of it, to go into carefully-wrapped paper in his satchel, other times he would move on, leaving it in peace. He could replace what he harvested at least, usually leaving behind two or three when he took one, little islands of green amidst the dry tinder of summer.
It wasn't so much a noise as the absence of it that made him look up, a little island of stillness off to his left where something had disturbed the local animals to wary watching. For a moment there was nothing, then a flicker of movement caught his eye, a familiar dark head moving through a beam of sunlight. Isuma was already bounding over to chirrup a greeting, so Jigano followed, quietly subdued as he made no attempt to hide his approach, giving the big man a nod of wary greeting. "Deimos," he said softly. "Hello."
It wasn't so much a noise as the absence of it that made him look up, a little island of stillness off to his left where something had disturbed the local animals to wary watching. For a moment there was nothing, then a flicker of movement caught his eye, a familiar dark head moving through a beam of sunlight. Isuma was already bounding over to chirrup a greeting, so Jigano followed, quietly subdued as he made no attempt to hide his approach, giving the big man a nod of wary greeting. "Deimos," he said softly. "Hello."
