Flowerbirth had brought new life to the world within the bubble, and a burst of industry to the human inhabitants. It had also brought feelings of hope and renewed determination to help his friends prepare for the coming celebrations – as well as the planned assault on the spire. There was danger there, and the weary Loreseeker was spending more and more hours of each day poring over Safrin’s texts and the Atheneum’s relics trying to find information to help the warriors who were going to confront the beast and give them a better chance at winning.
Sometimes a man needed a break to refresh his mind and spirit, however, and to remind himself what he was fighting for. So it was that a white-haired human and a pale-furred gryphlet made their way through the woods, walking a path familiar to them both. Isuma bounded ahead, chasing beetles and butterflies in the mild spring sunshine with distracted abandon while Jigano strode along behind her, occasionally stopping to examine a plant growing along the way. Most he left alone, but some he plucked, gathering a small bouquet – green and yellow and white – as he went along.
This time he scooped Isuma onto his shoulder as they passed from woods to fields, approaching the farm on two legs rather than four – though he dearly wished for his vulpine nose to track where Rory was. Still, when his initial knock at the front door didn’t get a response he moved on to the workshop. Upon seeing it ajar, and no dogs leaping to attack, Isuma Reep!ed excitedly and demanded down so she could bound across the space between and wriggle into the room to greet Rory with excited squeaks of joy. Jigano followed more sedately but with a grin as he hid his bouquet behind him and rapped courteously on the doorframe before nudging the door open. ”Rory?” he called out, softly. ”Would you mind some company today? I wanted to work on something for the Fiat Lux and I hoped you could give me your opinion of it.”
Sometimes a man needed a break to refresh his mind and spirit, however, and to remind himself what he was fighting for. So it was that a white-haired human and a pale-furred gryphlet made their way through the woods, walking a path familiar to them both. Isuma bounded ahead, chasing beetles and butterflies in the mild spring sunshine with distracted abandon while Jigano strode along behind her, occasionally stopping to examine a plant growing along the way. Most he left alone, but some he plucked, gathering a small bouquet – green and yellow and white – as he went along.
This time he scooped Isuma onto his shoulder as they passed from woods to fields, approaching the farm on two legs rather than four – though he dearly wished for his vulpine nose to track where Rory was. Still, when his initial knock at the front door didn’t get a response he moved on to the workshop. Upon seeing it ajar, and no dogs leaping to attack, Isuma Reep!ed excitedly and demanded down so she could bound across the space between and wriggle into the room to greet Rory with excited squeaks of joy. Jigano followed more sedately but with a grin as he hid his bouquet behind him and rapped courteously on the doorframe before nudging the door open. ”Rory?” he called out, softly. ”Would you mind some company today? I wanted to work on something for the Fiat Lux and I hoped you could give me your opinion of it.”
