Ah. Well. This was embarrassing. Apologies, Rance, for the confusion, the fox offered the raven once introductions were made. He saw the avian Attuned shifting away from the Isuma’s curious creeping towards him, and silently called the little gryphon down to join him on the ground so she wouldn’t encroach on the newcomer’s personal space. The little owlgryph gave a small peep of disappointment that she wasn’t going to get to play with a new friend today, but she obeyed and glided down to sit beside him.
Deimos’s silent communication met a flicker of surprise in the bond, followed by a pulse of understanding – and acknowledgment, if not agreement. After this, would you tell me what really happened? I’ve heard bits and pieces, mostly rumors… but Adam… Adam was my friend, too, he sent quietly to the big bear, emotions of loss and grief and uncertain temper roiling uncertainly beneath his words. He knew that Sunjata had led a group to Halo, hunting a dragon for the Temple… but the details of what had gone on in that cave and why Adam and Peter had remained behind were scarce.
He wasn’t entirely comfortable having this play out in front of Oliver and Rance, either, but Deimos knew what had happened, while the bard only had suspicions. Still, if it was Sunjata’s fault that Adam was now dead…
He would worry about that when the time came.
With a nod of confirmation towards the raven that bigger was indeed better, Jigano hopped to his feet and put his nose to the ground, heading south with Isuma – keeping Sunjata’s presence near to his senses on his right – and checking for scents or tracks of something big enough to be worth their time.
No basilisks in this world that I’ve run into yet, he offered to Rance as they began to part ways. But watch out for the Wicker Women – gnarled trees that wrap around anything that gets too close and eventually turns it into fertilizer. Keep an eye out for birds wrapped in branches or bones around the bases of particularly twisted trees, and try not to land on them.
Jigano goes south, checking for scent trails and keeping an ear out for Sunjata on his right.
Deimos’s silent communication met a flicker of surprise in the bond, followed by a pulse of understanding – and acknowledgment, if not agreement. After this, would you tell me what really happened? I’ve heard bits and pieces, mostly rumors… but Adam… Adam was my friend, too, he sent quietly to the big bear, emotions of loss and grief and uncertain temper roiling uncertainly beneath his words. He knew that Sunjata had led a group to Halo, hunting a dragon for the Temple… but the details of what had gone on in that cave and why Adam and Peter had remained behind were scarce.
He wasn’t entirely comfortable having this play out in front of Oliver and Rance, either, but Deimos knew what had happened, while the bard only had suspicions. Still, if it was Sunjata’s fault that Adam was now dead…
He would worry about that when the time came.
With a nod of confirmation towards the raven that bigger was indeed better, Jigano hopped to his feet and put his nose to the ground, heading south with Isuma – keeping Sunjata’s presence near to his senses on his right – and checking for scents or tracks of something big enough to be worth their time.
No basilisks in this world that I’ve run into yet, he offered to Rance as they began to part ways. But watch out for the Wicker Women – gnarled trees that wrap around anything that gets too close and eventually turns it into fertilizer. Keep an eye out for birds wrapped in branches or bones around the bases of particularly twisted trees, and try not to land on them.
Jigano goes south, checking for scent trails and keeping an ear out for Sunjata on his right.
