It was a beautiful day for a party, even if Jigano had slept through the dawn - as he preferred to do, when he wasn't being called upon. He rose well-rested for once, and took his time with his appearance as he made himself ready for the festival. Hair was washed and brushed and left to fall in a silky curtain down his back, fresh clothing was donned with nary a wrinkle nor speck of dirt upon it, his pale green undertunic for once not hidden by the sleeveless overtunic, and revealing subtler darker green embroidery across the front and back panels. His Loreseeker pin was polished and displayed over his breast, and earrings made from a small, thinly-sliced blue agate geode set off his eyes. Leather pants fit snugly and showed off his legs to shamelessly good effect and, of course, his shoulder was adorned with a young gryphon whose wings were beginning to show flashes of lighter and darker blues among her primary and secondary feathers.
Isuma, too, had been washed and brushed and preened until she shone, bright and fluffy and puffed up with pride. Together with his harp and flute slung over his shoulder they made their way to the festival, falling in with other late-risers until they reached the site of festivities and Jigano felt a bright grin escape in spite of all the tension and pressures of the recent past. He bowed gallantly toLily as he passed the bright woman and her seat upon the grass next to a circle of dancers. He didn't know her well, but that was no excuse for discourtesy, especially on such a lovely day!
His wandering feet took him further along to admire the stalls from which delicious odors wafted, and Isuma reep!ed excitedly at the scent of frying chicken, whose origin had Jigano laughing softly to himself. A tall blonde head caught his eye, adorned as it was with orange and yellow and pink and white blossoms, and he made his way toPhoebe and her basket, kneeling theatrically before her so she could place a crown upon his own head.
He winked up at her as Isuma chirruped and fluttered her wings in greeting, happy to see the girl again, and tumbling into the basket of flower crowns in her eagerness for pets. But Jigano's eye was caught by a dour countenance he recognized from baking with Amalia - though then it had been wreathed in smiles. Stealing one of Pheobe's crowns from her basket he slipped up beside Deimos with an innocent smile of greeting - and then reached up to drop the flowers on the Reaper's head where few others could likely reach, his grin turning mischievous. "If Kiada catches you looking so dour she'll start braiding blossoms into your beard," he warned, remembering the easy camaraderie the two had shared over the flour fight.
Remembering, too, the stolen glances and lingering looks his leopardess friend had given the dark-haired man that day. Perhaps he might ignore Remi's accusations and allow himself to meddle just a smidgeon if the opportunity arose... say... during a dance?
Then he turned around as he was laying his plans and there was Maea, a study in monochrome with her pale dress and Ludo's rags over her shoulders - and not just the god's rags! He adroitly sidestepped any attempt to force a hug, but his eyes were gentle as he smiled at his student. Whatever their differences before the festival or after it, this was a time for celebration and joy. He smiled, too, at the god he had come to feel a most unprofessional fondness for, and offered the spirit guide a bow of respect. "You're looking well," he greeted Maea proudly, and bent to kiss her hand in courtly fashion. He wasn't quite brave enough to take such liberties with Ludo, but his smile quirked wryly. "As are you, Ludo. Might I suggest the fried Magna Vermis?"
But then Isuma was trying to eat a flower crown and he had to rescue the curious gryphlet with an embarrassed apology to Phoebe before retreating. He still hadn't found who he was looking for in the crowd: a tall, lean man with braided blond hair and gentle blue eyes. "I'll see you all later, I promise!" he laughed to his friends, and slipped away into the flow of the revelers to continue his search.
Isuma, too, had been washed and brushed and preened until she shone, bright and fluffy and puffed up with pride. Together with his harp and flute slung over his shoulder they made their way to the festival, falling in with other late-risers until they reached the site of festivities and Jigano felt a bright grin escape in spite of all the tension and pressures of the recent past. He bowed gallantly to
His wandering feet took him further along to admire the stalls from which delicious odors wafted, and Isuma reep!ed excitedly at the scent of frying chicken, whose origin had Jigano laughing softly to himself. A tall blonde head caught his eye, adorned as it was with orange and yellow and pink and white blossoms, and he made his way to
He winked up at her as Isuma chirruped and fluttered her wings in greeting, happy to see the girl again, and tumbling into the basket of flower crowns in her eagerness for pets. But Jigano's eye was caught by a dour countenance he recognized from baking with Amalia - though then it had been wreathed in smiles. Stealing one of Pheobe's crowns from her basket he slipped up beside Deimos with an innocent smile of greeting - and then reached up to drop the flowers on the Reaper's head where few others could likely reach, his grin turning mischievous. "If Kiada catches you looking so dour she'll start braiding blossoms into your beard," he warned, remembering the easy camaraderie the two had shared over the flour fight.
Remembering, too, the stolen glances and lingering looks his leopardess friend had given the dark-haired man that day. Perhaps he might ignore Remi's accusations and allow himself to meddle just a smidgeon if the opportunity arose... say... during a dance?
Then he turned around as he was laying his plans and there was Maea, a study in monochrome with her pale dress and Ludo's rags over her shoulders - and not just the god's rags! He adroitly sidestepped any attempt to force a hug, but his eyes were gentle as he smiled at his student. Whatever their differences before the festival or after it, this was a time for celebration and joy. He smiled, too, at the god he had come to feel a most unprofessional fondness for, and offered the spirit guide a bow of respect. "You're looking well," he greeted Maea proudly, and bent to kiss her hand in courtly fashion. He wasn't quite brave enough to take such liberties with Ludo, but his smile quirked wryly. "As are you, Ludo. Might I suggest the fried Magna Vermis?"
But then Isuma was trying to eat a flower crown and he had to rescue the curious gryphlet with an embarrassed apology to Phoebe before retreating. He still hadn't found who he was looking for in the crowd: a tall, lean man with braided blond hair and gentle blue eyes. "I'll see you all later, I promise!" he laughed to his friends, and slipped away into the flow of the revelers to continue his search.
