"That would be..." Jigano trailed off, his throat closing for a moment at the thought. Trepidation and hope both mingled and he found himself swallowing hard before he nodded. "Yes. It would be a great comfort to everyone I hope. Though it might make some more homesick than ever."Pros and cons, as always.
"I think you would have many, now." He smiled, pleased that his idea had sat so well with his friend. And he listened with delight to the simple but elegant creation Sam painted with his words. "That would be wonderful. I knew I could trust you to come up with a good design for me," he praised. It was full of the sort of details that he knew his friends would appreciate as much as he did, instantly recognizable for anyone who knew - had known? - him.
Unfortunately there were still those who needed lanterns made for them this year, and Jigano grew sober at mention of Abasi - and Loren, the wounded lover left behind in the wake of the mortician's passing. "Maybe the best way to let him know... is just to show him?" the bard suggested gently. "Be there for him when he needs you, but give him space to grieve, too. It's not an easy balance for anyone to find, but I'm sure he knows that you mean well." The bard smiled at his friend ruefully, too honest to deny Sam's concern, but not wanting to rub it in when the bookmaker was acknowledging it, either.
"I think you would have many, now." He smiled, pleased that his idea had sat so well with his friend. And he listened with delight to the simple but elegant creation Sam painted with his words. "That would be wonderful. I knew I could trust you to come up with a good design for me," he praised. It was full of the sort of details that he knew his friends would appreciate as much as he did, instantly recognizable for anyone who knew - had known? - him.
Unfortunately there were still those who needed lanterns made for them this year, and Jigano grew sober at mention of Abasi - and Loren, the wounded lover left behind in the wake of the mortician's passing. "Maybe the best way to let him know... is just to show him?" the bard suggested gently. "Be there for him when he needs you, but give him space to grieve, too. It's not an easy balance for anyone to find, but I'm sure he knows that you mean well." The bard smiled at his friend ruefully, too honest to deny Sam's concern, but not wanting to rub it in when the bookmaker was acknowledging it, either.
