"At the very least, it will be a nice change from stringy venison and gristly mutton," he agreed ruefully, looking forward to being able to offer those sheltering in the former Medical College a little more variety in their diets during that most dangerous of weeks. He tilted his head at the brief glimpse of her past, a curious brow raised at her back as he followed her through the increasingly dense foliage of the jungle. Remembering how the trees of the Greatwood had once responded to Arduinna, he reached for his Earth magic to help bend the vines and underbrush from his own path, letting them spring back once he was passed.
"What do you do now?" He might have asked after her father, but all too often that answer seemed to be he died, and Jigano didn't want to bring that shadow over their burgeoning conversation so soon.
"What do you do now?" He might have asked after her father, but all too often that answer seemed to be he died, and Jigano didn't want to bring that shadow over their burgeoning conversation so soon.
