He had approached the shrine on two feet so clever human hands could carry his offering in the gathering twilight. At his feet a young gryphon frolicked, her baby down almost gone, replaced by the feathers of her first juvenile molt. She knew what he was hoping to find, and she searched for it with wide eyes and eager chirrups until she found it: a pebble from a glow stone, small but no less bright than its larger brothers and sisters. Jigano took it with an ear-scratch of thanks, then slipped it into the small origami star lantern he had folded and fit together from several sheets of fancy paper. The pebble within glowed through the yellows and whites, and the bard laid it on the altar reverently before he stepped back-
-and shifted into the form of a soft white fox. Isuma bounded to his side, reep!ing in excitement at the chance to play with a friend again, even if her kittenish memories of them were a bit on the fuzzy side.
Then again, so was she.
Bowing his head, the fox reached out to offer his prayer in a serene state of mind.
Ludo, soul guide, I come as promised to keep our bargain, and seek your guidance. And Isuma would like to see you, too, he added, a touch of fondness for his small companion coloring his reverence for the god he prayed to.
-and shifted into the form of a soft white fox. Isuma bounded to his side, reep!ing in excitement at the chance to play with a friend again, even if her kittenish memories of them were a bit on the fuzzy side.
Then again, so was she.
Bowing his head, the fox reached out to offer his prayer in a serene state of mind.
Ludo, soul guide, I come as promised to keep our bargain, and seek your guidance. And Isuma would like to see you, too, he added, a touch of fondness for his small companion coloring his reverence for the god he prayed to.
