Distracted by his music he missed the initial plunge of stiff rawhide into the water, or the way it softened as Rory worked it. It was his friend's voice that pulled him back down to earth, a smile blossoming at the quiet compliment that warmed him from within even more effectively than the sun on his skin. "As my Queen's knight commands," he murmured back, teasingly. He glanced slyly to the man at his side, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of the now-pliant sheet of leather in the bucket. It was almost strange to see those elegant fingers at work, when he was so used to them being buried in his thick fur. The hunter was deft and sure, confident in his skills and working with his own rhythm that threatened to draw the fox in and leave him dancing evermore to the leatherworker's silent tune.
Gods most fortunate, what had he ever done to deserve sitting next to such a handsome, skilled creature?
Idle fingers continued to coax soft music from his harpstrings, but Jigano's focus had been momentarily broken and he was in no hurry to get it back as he enjoyed the quiet company. It was an interlude of peace they had both needed, and a reminder that there was more to living than simply surviving. A reminder that even in the little things there could be joy, and no matter how long or dark the night that there could be sunrise again.
It was only a matter of time before the sight of his companion working sparked fresh inspiration. If some of his verses turned towards thoughts of courting in the bright Flowerbirth sunshine, well, it was only to be expected in a song for the festival celebrating Rae, wasn't it?
Gods most fortunate, what had he ever done to deserve sitting next to such a handsome, skilled creature?
Idle fingers continued to coax soft music from his harpstrings, but Jigano's focus had been momentarily broken and he was in no hurry to get it back as he enjoyed the quiet company. It was an interlude of peace they had both needed, and a reminder that there was more to living than simply surviving. A reminder that even in the little things there could be joy, and no matter how long or dark the night that there could be sunrise again.
It was only a matter of time before the sight of his companion working sparked fresh inspiration. If some of his verses turned towards thoughts of courting in the bright Flowerbirth sunshine, well, it was only to be expected in a song for the festival celebrating Rae, wasn't it?
