The rocks are fine for now, then, he assured her. Let me just... reposition a bit... He curled around the wet stone again, inching his way higher until he was atop the stone he'd been anchored on, coiled up and out of the water. The waves still sent cooling spray over his scales, but the sun beat down warmly on him and soothed his reptilian heart with its heat.
Jigano gave a slow serpent's nod of agreement to her suggestion of the painting and painter. There is an artist in the Hollowed Grounds who might be willing. I don't know him well, but I can suggest it to him when I see him again. Bastien is his name, but we don't see each other often, he admitted apologetically. The Artist's Guild head had been looking rather under the weather lately, and the Provost was hesitant to approach his fellow guildmaster until after the stresses of LongNight were past.
Fish sandwiches, ahoy, it sounded like - or, maybe someday, at least. A trade of fish sandwiches between land and sea; one wrapped in kelp and the other in bread. Maybe fried? He made some mental notes of different things to bring her when they met again. I'll borrow a boat and try to reach you, he agreednot yet knowing that he had a more ocean-friendly form in his future. Or is there a better way to send you a message? The ocean was a big place, and he wasn't confident about his ability to find one merperson in all of its vastness unless he got extraordinarily lucky... which happened on Caido quite a lot, actually. Maybe he just needed to trust in the gods. You can make a list of things you want to try and give it to me then, and I can see how many I can find to put in the boat to bring you. He knew a lot less about merfolk than she knew about humans, though. It will be a picnic!
And it was so nice to think about having something to look forward to after LongNight that would be fun and bright, beyond the inevitable funerals and mourning the dark week would bring.
Jigano gave a slow serpent's nod of agreement to her suggestion of the painting and painter. There is an artist in the Hollowed Grounds who might be willing. I don't know him well, but I can suggest it to him when I see him again. Bastien is his name, but we don't see each other often, he admitted apologetically. The Artist's Guild head had been looking rather under the weather lately, and the Provost was hesitant to approach his fellow guildmaster until after the stresses of LongNight were past.
Fish sandwiches, ahoy, it sounded like - or, maybe someday, at least. A trade of fish sandwiches between land and sea; one wrapped in kelp and the other in bread. Maybe fried? He made some mental notes of different things to bring her when they met again. I'll borrow a boat and try to reach you, he agreed
And it was so nice to think about having something to look forward to after LongNight that would be fun and bright, beyond the inevitable funerals and mourning the dark week would bring.
