"... Are you going to attend the Festival of Lights?" An abrupt transition, though not entirely without a connection to the current conversation, as Jigano's hands flexed again, itching for something to do and helpless in a way that he hadn't felt in a while.
Not simply the helplessness of grief, but of anger. There were days he envied Deimos's forthright approach to such things.
"Try to get Ludo's attention? Skip the gatekeeper and ask her yourself, what she wants to tell you?" This Delphia certainly seemed like a high-and-mighty tyrant in Zariah's style, holding hostage something precious to get... what? An emotional catharsis that wasn't hers to demand?
He disliked that he agreed with her on it, though. This clinging to ghosts only carved further divides between Sunjata and the rest of the still-living. His magic pulsed again, not a stone this time but a flower in his hand: a white lily like that which he had given the pale woman at their reunion after her absence.
Not simply the helplessness of grief, but of anger. There were days he envied Deimos's forthright approach to such things.
"Try to get Ludo's attention? Skip the gatekeeper and ask her yourself, what she wants to tell you?" This Delphia certainly seemed like a high-and-mighty tyrant in Zariah's style, holding hostage something precious to get... what? An emotional catharsis that wasn't hers to demand?
He disliked that he agreed with her on it, though. This clinging to ghosts only carved further divides between Sunjata and the rest of the still-living. His magic pulsed again, not a stone this time but a flower in his hand: a white lily like that which he had given the pale woman at their reunion after her absence.
