"It's not about worth," Jigano said, wishing more than anything he had a better answer, something to soothe some of the despair from his friend's voice. "If it was, I wouldn't be here now. No... it's just... just chance, I think. The devil in the design." For the most part the gods seemed content to set things in motion and then stand back to watch, neither picking nor choosing who lived and died but simply accepting the results of the world's chaos.
Well. Usually. Then there were people like Ronin and Wessex...
Best not to dwell on the exceptions.
He wished he could have seen the little luxere's first day at the beach. She must have been adorable, playing in the surf and running across the sand. "Sounds like you both found that out," Jigano smiled ruefully at his friend. He could only imagine how long it had taken to brush and wash it all out. "Isuma stayed on my shoulder the whole time; she doesn't like her feathers getting wet. I can't imagine the salt water would have been good for them, either." Bathtime was exciting enough with freshwater and a very tragic looking little kitten beneath all that warm, soft fluff.
Well. Usually. Then there were people like Ronin and Wessex...
Best not to dwell on the exceptions.
He wished he could have seen the little luxere's first day at the beach. She must have been adorable, playing in the surf and running across the sand. "Sounds like you both found that out," Jigano smiled ruefully at his friend. He could only imagine how long it had taken to brush and wash it all out. "Isuma stayed on my shoulder the whole time; she doesn't like her feathers getting wet. I can't imagine the salt water would have been good for them, either." Bathtime was exciting enough with freshwater and a very tragic looking little kitten beneath all that warm, soft fluff.
