The Guildhall was quiet in the aftermath of the victory and the tragedy that had occurred at the Spire. Jigano worked at reading and taking notes on the books retrieved from Safrin’s library, but he was easily distracted and prone to staring at the fire with a furrowed brow, thoughts far from the histories laid out before him as if he could peer into the future instead. A future where Outlanders and naturals were likely going to be at each other’s throats if they couldn’t find a way to heal the breaches that had cracked wide open among those standing vigil at the battle.
Now the lamps had been lit and the rain pattered quietly outside the repaired windows of the medical study and his office as afternoon faded to evening, and he found himself stifling a yawn. The bags under his eyes were growing heavier and harder to hide with the cosmetics that were neither easy to find nor make here, but he did his best to keep his friends from worrying. Eventually he was going to have to speak to Ludo, but the night of the new moon had not yet arrived, and until it did he feared the soul guide’s temper.
Though Ludo had seemed in a fair enough mood at the Spire… on Maea’s shoulders… and wasn’t that an interesting turn of events? He’d have to ask the fair-skinned Loreseeker what had brought that on the next time she came by the Hall.
And then there wasSamuel …
As if summoned by his drifting thoughts, he heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see who was approaching with weary curiosity.
Now the lamps had been lit and the rain pattered quietly outside the repaired windows of the medical study and his office as afternoon faded to evening, and he found himself stifling a yawn. The bags under his eyes were growing heavier and harder to hide with the cosmetics that were neither easy to find nor make here, but he did his best to keep his friends from worrying. Eventually he was going to have to speak to Ludo, but the night of the new moon had not yet arrived, and until it did he feared the soul guide’s temper.
Though Ludo had seemed in a fair enough mood at the Spire… on Maea’s shoulders… and wasn’t that an interesting turn of events? He’d have to ask the fair-skinned Loreseeker what had brought that on the next time she came by the Hall.
And then there was
As if summoned by his drifting thoughts, he heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to see who was approaching with weary curiosity.
