Another promise to get together the next day, another emergency in the infirmary getting in their way. He really was going to have to take that offered training with her soon, Jigano thought ruefully, if only so they could spend more time together. Any plans they made outside the infirmary seemed to take a hit from everything else in their lives. For him, it was research and seeing to the few friends he'd made. For her, of course, it was saving lives, and he could never begrudge that.
It just made their time together all the sweeter when she could break free for a few hours. And it had given the bard time to hunt down a supply of sweet hay from the recent harvests, and barter a few songs and stories for a handful of apples and carrots - just in case.
Those had been Remi's suggestion, and though Jigano had sighed when he realized it, he'd decided to follow through on it anyways. The pup meant well. Too well, which was part of the problem. The lorekeeper itched to know what had wounded the boy so deeply even before the gods got to him but-- no. His meddling, as already proven once, could only make things worse.
Isla was made of stronger stuff, though, with a smile like spring sunshine and a laugh that belied her singing voice. The bard smiled as he waited for her on his favorite rock, the pack of hay slung beside him and his voice floating softly throughout the clearing in a quiet song. The weather had been worse earlier in the day, but the storm had broken just before sunset and the wind dropped to stillness. The moon would be full tonight, bright on the snow, and the stars were already starting to shyly emerge in the east. Dusk and dawn for deer, he recalled from one of his many stores of knowledge. And, on the whole, he preferred dusk!
It just made their time together all the sweeter when she could break free for a few hours. And it had given the bard time to hunt down a supply of sweet hay from the recent harvests, and barter a few songs and stories for a handful of apples and carrots - just in case.
Those had been Remi's suggestion, and though Jigano had sighed when he realized it, he'd decided to follow through on it anyways. The pup meant well. Too well, which was part of the problem. The lorekeeper itched to know what had wounded the boy so deeply even before the gods got to him but-- no. His meddling, as already proven once, could only make things worse.
Isla was made of stronger stuff, though, with a smile like spring sunshine and a laugh that belied her singing voice. The bard smiled as he waited for her on his favorite rock, the pack of hay slung beside him and his voice floating softly throughout the clearing in a quiet song. The weather had been worse earlier in the day, but the storm had broken just before sunset and the wind dropped to stillness. The moon would be full tonight, bright on the snow, and the stars were already starting to shyly emerge in the east. Dusk and dawn for deer, he recalled from one of his many stores of knowledge. And, on the whole, he preferred dusk!
