Long Night may have delayed their plans, but it didn't put a stop to them. Jigano waited outside the tea house he and Caiside had shared their first drink at on a drizzly mid-morning in early Flowerbirth, watching the Long Night cleanup of the mercantile district as people bustled about, gathering up debris and repairing shutters and tattered awnings. A few, more enterprising than most, or perhaps simply lucky enough to have missed the ravages of Long Night's monsters, were already hanging banners from windows or arranging flower wreaths on their doors.
He had set the meeting with the smith at last, and while he had a heavy bag at his side there was an equally important component of the visit still missing. A certain red-haired, blue-eyed ex-demigod who just happened to also be a smith was supposed to accompany him today, to discover if the old master craftsman might be willing to work with him. If not as an apprentice, then perhaps as a leaser of his forge space, soCaiside could begin supporting himself with work from his own hands.
Whether or not the two men decided they could tolerate each other, the bard had another request for the old man's skills, hopeful that with the passage of the cold winter weather the man's arthritis would ease up a little, too. He wouldn't know until he asked, however, and he couldn't ask until Caiside arrived and he could lead his friend to the forge, hopeful that Flowerbirth might herald new beginnings for all of them.
He had set the meeting with the smith at last, and while he had a heavy bag at his side there was an equally important component of the visit still missing. A certain red-haired, blue-eyed ex-demigod who just happened to also be a smith was supposed to accompany him today, to discover if the old master craftsman might be willing to work with him. If not as an apprentice, then perhaps as a leaser of his forge space, so
Whether or not the two men decided they could tolerate each other, the bard had another request for the old man's skills, hopeful that with the passage of the cold winter weather the man's arthritis would ease up a little, too. He wouldn't know until he asked, however, and he couldn't ask until Caiside arrived and he could lead his friend to the forge, hopeful that Flowerbirth might herald new beginnings for all of them.
