Jigano nodded emphatically in agreement on the volcano, his attention turning to the snack for a moment, making sure it was cooked through just right. Just in time for talk of LongNight to arise, however distant the looming threat felt in the moment, surrounded by sun and surf and tropical warmth.
"I knew the risks when I asked for the post," he said with a slight shrug and a wry smile. "Ending the monsters would be the ideal solution to keep everyone out of danger, but until we can find a way to make that happen there are still those who need help in the night, both among the living and the already-dead." Unattended candles that set a house ablaze and left its occupants unguarded in the night. Families that ran out of wood or food halfway through the week, with no way to keep warm or survive. Those that became ill and needed medical help... or those like Vanya, in Ronin's own experience.
And of course, the souls of those previously lost to the dark, captured and held by the monsters for years and centuries.
He chuckled at Ronin's point that the gods had little say over how they chose to accomplish their tasks during the black week, taking a bite of his own fruit and then blowing belatedly through his cheeks to cool the sizzling treat. His jaw almost dropped at the voice that echoed through the Attuned bond, and he hurriedly shut it and swallowed almost without chewing, wincing as the morsel burned its way down. Ah... well. That is unexpected... but extremely useful, he added, giving his chest a few thumps as Isuma peeped concern while holding her tidbit in one talon. Are you out on 'guide the living to safety' duty this year?
"I knew the risks when I asked for the post," he said with a slight shrug and a wry smile. "Ending the monsters would be the ideal solution to keep everyone out of danger, but until we can find a way to make that happen there are still those who need help in the night, both among the living and the already-dead." Unattended candles that set a house ablaze and left its occupants unguarded in the night. Families that ran out of wood or food halfway through the week, with no way to keep warm or survive. Those that became ill and needed medical help... or those like Vanya, in Ronin's own experience.
And of course, the souls of those previously lost to the dark, captured and held by the monsters for years and centuries.
He chuckled at Ronin's point that the gods had little say over how they chose to accomplish their tasks during the black week, taking a bite of his own fruit and then blowing belatedly through his cheeks to cool the sizzling treat. His jaw almost dropped at the voice that echoed through the Attuned bond, and he hurriedly shut it and swallowed almost without chewing, wincing as the morsel burned its way down. Ah... well. That is unexpected... but extremely useful, he added, giving his chest a few thumps as Isuma peeped concern while holding her tidbit in one talon. Are you out on 'guide the living to safety' duty this year?
