Jigano had recognized the shell when he'd picked it up from Remi's shop, knowing it was one of a pair. He'd seen it in the Monster Hunter's Guild at LongNight, and had been told along with the others that it could be used to call the Temple and speak to those there, a lifeline of sorts against the dark. He hadn't realized that Remi had rescued it from the blaze, or where the other half of it had gone, but without its mate it was simple a decorative shell.
There would be another LongNight in two short seasons, and there was quite a lot of travel happening now as the portals began to open. The shells were potentially very useful... if the other half could be found.
He had sat in the Loreseeker's Guildhall and contemplated the object several times, weighing the chances that it had been collected by Wessex or Bastien. The latter would be easy enough to speak with. The former? There was the catch. And there was always something else to do, some other task to chase after, and so the shell was left untouched for a time until he found a moment to sit in his office, and breathe...
And be stared at reproachfully by the unfinished task sitting so decoratively on his desk.
Today, finally, he gathered his composure and lifted it to his ear, clearing his voice tentatively. "Hello?" he called into it, feeling a bit foolish and glad that the Hall was currently empty but for Isuma, who watched him curiously. "Is there anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
Phoebe
There would be another LongNight in two short seasons, and there was quite a lot of travel happening now as the portals began to open. The shells were potentially very useful... if the other half could be found.
He had sat in the Loreseeker's Guildhall and contemplated the object several times, weighing the chances that it had been collected by Wessex or Bastien. The latter would be easy enough to speak with. The former? There was the catch. And there was always something else to do, some other task to chase after, and so the shell was left untouched for a time until he found a moment to sit in his office, and breathe...
And be stared at reproachfully by the unfinished task sitting so decoratively on his desk.
Today, finally, he gathered his composure and lifted it to his ear, clearing his voice tentatively. "Hello?" he called into it, feeling a bit foolish and glad that the Hall was currently empty but for Isuma, who watched him curiously. "Is there anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
