He was relieved that Rexanna was willing to forgive Rory, at least eventually. It was bad enough in the guild, with several of his members on edge with each other. Having that among his friends outside the guild would have made life even more difficult. So he just smiled gratefully and continued to hand Rex swatches of fabric as she reached the end of her stitches.
He tilted his head at her description of Frey, thinking that it applied to Safrin as well - though the goddess had something of a more motherly feel to her, almost. He raised a brow at her concerns over the Starry Lady, but her confession earned a cough to cover his surprise as he tried to make that information make sense. "Bastien?!" he didn't-quite wheeze. "But... isn't he dead? I saw a notice about it after Long Night! ... A very suspicious notice, admittedly," he continued, but his eyes narrowed with a hard glitter. "But I didn't think even he would be monstrous enough to mock the pain of those who lost family and friends that week." Isla... torn apart by a nightmare in the dark for the sin of compassion. Amalia, brought to the very brink of death by the monsters in their heads, and Rory nearly so as well. For Bastien to cheapen what had happened with some grandstanding bullshit--!
Jigano drew the unexpected spike of anger in with a breath, swallowing it down and hiding it behind a practiced smile that held a hint of sharpness to it. "Please, do tell me what happened?" And why the bard shouldn't give in to the sudden, jagged impulse to not let the idiot priest's funeral be in vain.
Talk of his animals shapes gave him time to calm down, and for Isuma's waking thoughts to jumble against his in a soft, warm brush of fuzzy reassurances. He regained his poise and something of his good humor as she stirred and Rexanna inadvertently preened his ego. For his friend's sake he would try not to darken their meeting with a temper that he wanted time to examine and understand before he took it out on anyone.
Isuma crawled out of her little 'nest' in Jigano's hood and settled onto his shoulder, blinking yellow eyes up at Rexanna with happy curiosity. He chuckled as he sensed her interest in the beautiful human lady, and reached up to carefully detach her talons from his shoulder pad so he could hand the gryphlet - now the size of a young cat and losing more of her baby chub - to his friend to be cuddled and fussed over, if Rexanna was willing to hold her. "This is Isuma," he said fondly, as she reep!ed a greeting of her own, wings fluttering with eagerness though not much function yet, still more than half down. "She's a gryphon. A very small gryphon," he teased as she wriggled in his hands in her eagerness to say hello to a new friend. "Isuma, say hello to my friend Rexanna!"
He tilted his head at her description of Frey, thinking that it applied to Safrin as well - though the goddess had something of a more motherly feel to her, almost. He raised a brow at her concerns over the Starry Lady, but her confession earned a cough to cover his surprise as he tried to make that information make sense. "Bastien?!" he didn't-quite wheeze. "But... isn't he dead? I saw a notice about it after Long Night! ... A very suspicious notice, admittedly," he continued, but his eyes narrowed with a hard glitter. "But I didn't think even he would be monstrous enough to mock the pain of those who lost family and friends that week." Isla... torn apart by a nightmare in the dark for the sin of compassion. Amalia, brought to the very brink of death by the monsters in their heads, and Rory nearly so as well. For Bastien to cheapen what had happened with some grandstanding bullshit--!
Jigano drew the unexpected spike of anger in with a breath, swallowing it down and hiding it behind a practiced smile that held a hint of sharpness to it. "Please, do tell me what happened?" And why the bard shouldn't give in to the sudden, jagged impulse to not let the idiot priest's funeral be in vain.
Talk of his animals shapes gave him time to calm down, and for Isuma's waking thoughts to jumble against his in a soft, warm brush of fuzzy reassurances. He regained his poise and something of his good humor as she stirred and Rexanna inadvertently preened his ego. For his friend's sake he would try not to darken their meeting with a temper that he wanted time to examine and understand before he took it out on anyone.
Isuma crawled out of her little 'nest' in Jigano's hood and settled onto his shoulder, blinking yellow eyes up at Rexanna with happy curiosity. He chuckled as he sensed her interest in the beautiful human lady, and reached up to carefully detach her talons from his shoulder pad so he could hand the gryphlet - now the size of a young cat and losing more of her baby chub - to his friend to be cuddled and fussed over, if Rexanna was willing to hold her. "This is Isuma," he said fondly, as she reep!ed a greeting of her own, wings fluttering with eagerness though not much function yet, still more than half down. "She's a gryphon. A very small gryphon," he teased as she wriggled in his hands in her eagerness to say hello to a new friend. "Isuma, say hello to my friend Rexanna!"
