If he hadn’t been focused on the roar he might have been able to dodge the perilous projectile Nairi flung at him, but by the time he was turning to reassure his friends, it was too late. The brush smacked his cheek and he flung out a hand to bat it away even as it fell. Catching it more by feel and instinct rather than any sort of planning, he blinked down at it, then back up again to Nairi with a faintly wounded expression. ”Madame, I am hardly the one at fault here,” he protested, just as Sam tried to reassure them all.
He slanted a wry smile atCaiside, murmuring softly so only the other man would hear: ”Remi has good intentions but… considering consequences is not one of his strengths, that I’ve seen so far.” He felt more charitable towards the young man after their adventure in the maze, but that didn’t mean he’d lost all of his ambivalence overnight.
He had just begun checking to see if the flue in the fireplace was open when a fresh batch of humming bats came flying down and out of the just-unboarded hearth. The bard fell back with an undignified yelp, raising his hands to protect his hair from any wayward wings, and glaring after the hawks for not doing a better job. Why Remi was still in lion form and not hawk was, in fact, another question, especially as the stairs groaned and creaked and threatened to break with his cavalier galumphing about. Muttering dire imprecations under his breath about lion-skin rugs in front of cozy fireplaces, Jigano used his knife to shave kindling from a splintered board and coax a small fire to life. Once it was burning steadily and happily devouring the boards he set around it to protect and feed it, he turned his attention back to the books Sam had initially pointed him towards.
With some clean shelves to work with he began to separate and shelve them by topic and alphabetically by title, humming all the while and occasionally breaking into quietly cheerful song as he worked. At Sam’s sudden interruption he glanced to his friend with a raised brow and then smiled. ”Good lighting, and a way to stay warm in this cold weather! And... no lions jumping on the stairs,” he suggested promptly, turning to look to Nairi and Caiside to see what else they might add.
He slanted a wry smile at
He had just begun checking to see if the flue in the fireplace was open when a fresh batch of humming bats came flying down and out of the just-unboarded hearth. The bard fell back with an undignified yelp, raising his hands to protect his hair from any wayward wings, and glaring after the hawks for not doing a better job. Why Remi was still in lion form and not hawk was, in fact, another question, especially as the stairs groaned and creaked and threatened to break with his cavalier galumphing about. Muttering dire imprecations under his breath about lion-skin rugs in front of cozy fireplaces, Jigano used his knife to shave kindling from a splintered board and coax a small fire to life. Once it was burning steadily and happily devouring the boards he set around it to protect and feed it, he turned his attention back to the books Sam had initially pointed him towards.
With some clean shelves to work with he began to separate and shelve them by topic and alphabetically by title, humming all the while and occasionally breaking into quietly cheerful song as he worked. At Sam’s sudden interruption he glanced to his friend with a raised brow and then smiled. ”Good lighting, and a way to stay warm in this cold weather! And... no lions jumping on the stairs,” he suggested promptly, turning to look to Nairi and Caiside to see what else they might add.
