The suggestion was perfectly fitting, and Jigano nodded in relief and gratitude for it. "I never had a chance to meet his companion," he admitted. It would be up to Deimos to come up with the design for the luxere, a task for each of them to undertake. Pencils moved as designs were refined and worked out, but the bard had asked this favor of the General at the hunt and now it was time to collect. Amalia, Deimos, Sunjata... those three knew what had happened, but Amalia had been closest to Adam of all of them, and Jigano trusted Deimos's objectivity the most of the three in something so emotionally laden.
The sun shone a little less brightly when the warrior spoke again, his deep voice drawing the light from the sky with the weight of the memories he shared. Jigano's pencil slowed and then stopped as he looked out over the ocean, seeing not blue waves but white ice in his mind's eye, hearing Safrin's request and sighing at the puzzle of it. So many other rare creatures that could have been killed to satisfy such a thing... Why a dragon and not something else, something closer to home, if not the very hubris she accused him of? A question for Sunjata, though, and he didn't expect Deimos to know, nor waste the other man's time with asking it.
Mention of the cannibal brought an immediate tension to Jigano's shoulders. Someone to question, even if it meant subduing him and tying him up to do it. A pulse of shock and indignation wrapped in baffled confusion made it through the Attuned bond at Sunjata's actions, but the bard held his tongue even then, imagining indeed the Shield's anger and sorrow at the wasting of a life in her presence, one not killed for food or protection but simply... what? Convenience?
A dragon, sleeping, vulnerable - but he had seen the dragon in the Fangs. He could be a dragon, however small and weak in comparison. 'Vulnerable' was misleading, and it sounded as though Deimos had known it. Why was the question on his tongue, over and over, as the story progressed, but in the end it hardly mattered why. All that mattered was who. Who had died, and how it had happened. Jigano bowed his head as Coffee and Apricum's deaths were related. Swift, at least. Perhaps even painless, for what little comfort the thought gave. "And... Peter? And the rest of you?" he asked quietly instead.
The sun shone a little less brightly when the warrior spoke again, his deep voice drawing the light from the sky with the weight of the memories he shared. Jigano's pencil slowed and then stopped as he looked out over the ocean, seeing not blue waves but white ice in his mind's eye, hearing Safrin's request and sighing at the puzzle of it. So many other rare creatures that could have been killed to satisfy such a thing... Why a dragon and not something else, something closer to home, if not the very hubris she accused him of? A question for Sunjata, though, and he didn't expect Deimos to know, nor waste the other man's time with asking it.
Mention of the cannibal brought an immediate tension to Jigano's shoulders. Someone to question, even if it meant subduing him and tying him up to do it. A pulse of shock and indignation wrapped in baffled confusion made it through the Attuned bond at Sunjata's actions, but the bard held his tongue even then, imagining indeed the Shield's anger and sorrow at the wasting of a life in her presence, one not killed for food or protection but simply... what? Convenience?
A dragon, sleeping, vulnerable - but he had seen the dragon in the Fangs. He could be a dragon, however small and weak in comparison. 'Vulnerable' was misleading, and it sounded as though Deimos had known it. Why was the question on his tongue, over and over, as the story progressed, but in the end it hardly mattered why. All that mattered was who. Who had died, and how it had happened. Jigano bowed his head as Coffee and Apricum's deaths were related. Swift, at least. Perhaps even painless, for what little comfort the thought gave. "And... Peter? And the rest of you?" he asked quietly instead.
