[God Quest] Absolute Midnight

Jigano had seen ghosts before, most violent and angry but some simply lost and confused. He had faced them with trepidation, once. Now he did so with outward calm, though his hand tightened on Amalia's. His song carried on unbroken, however, his performance clear and as flawless as years of training could make it. He did not know as many of the souls that came to join them as she did; he had not lost so very many, in the grand scheme of things. Not, at least, to the dangers of Caido. His souls were mostly accounted for, for which he was grateful as some of the younger spirits came to bask in the lantern's light.

The squeeze of his hand caused him to slant a glance towards his friend, but Amalia - dear Amalia, brave and true even in the face of these lost souls who had been her friends, her family - stayed steady at his side. He walked lightly through the dark, his fox's eyes and the light of the lantern shedding enough light to see the ground ahead of them, and he offered his support and guidance to his friend when the undergrowth grew tangled or the terrain was rough. Still he sang, steps slow and sedate as he let the song wend out through the night, calling to those who were even further away with a patience that belied the awe that thrummed through his veins at what he was witnessing - what he was doing - under the moonless sky.