Jigano felt tired, lately. His sleep was undisturbed by dreams and yet somehow... lacking. Less restful. It made it harder to be patient with others, and to focus on his studies in the Atheneum, but he didn't regret the choice he had made. He had, he hoped, helped one friend.
More than he had Samuel, at least. The previous night's delve into the underground had gone from a mission of hope to one of grim uncertainty. But tonight he had his own question to answer. A strange tree he'd found in the woods, that glowed at night in spite of how dead it looked in daylight. It was a mystery worthy of a Loreseeker - or two, preferably. He had called on Isla in the hopes that they could determine whether it was benign or not, with a mix of their experiences and knowledge.
And he had brought a luckpiece with him tonight, as he waited at the edge of the woods for his friend to arrive. He ran his fingers over the metal charm, imbuing it with some of his own warmth as the sun settled fully behind the horizon and left the sky to the moon and stars above. His grey-furred cloak was pulled warmly about him, but he left the hood off so his hair shone snow-silver in the moonlight as he leaned against a tree and sang softly to pass the time until his friend arrived.
More than he had Samuel, at least. The previous night's delve into the underground had gone from a mission of hope to one of grim uncertainty. But tonight he had his own question to answer. A strange tree he'd found in the woods, that glowed at night in spite of how dead it looked in daylight. It was a mystery worthy of a Loreseeker - or two, preferably. He had called on Isla in the hopes that they could determine whether it was benign or not, with a mix of their experiences and knowledge.
And he had brought a luckpiece with him tonight, as he waited at the edge of the woods for his friend to arrive. He ran his fingers over the metal charm, imbuing it with some of his own warmth as the sun settled fully behind the horizon and left the sky to the moon and stars above. His grey-furred cloak was pulled warmly about him, but he left the hood off so his hair shone snow-silver in the moonlight as he leaned against a tree and sang softly to pass the time until his friend arrived.
