He hadn't been expecting to be answered, in truth, but the youthful reassurance had the fox releasing a soft sigh of relief before he cocked his head up, looking around for the spirit guide. Finding him on the branch with the owl, Jigano let his tongue loll out in a foxy grin, pleased that his offering was met with such delight. It was one of the more intricate designs he could make from a single sheet of paper, and he had hoped that would make up for the paper itself being so plain.
Isuma was less well-mannered in her greeting as Ludo descended to speak with them. The little gryphlet recognized something unsettling about the death god, but she also felt Jigano's reassurance and remembered those tickling rags. With a bright reep! of greeting she pounced towards one of his fluttering strips of cloth, wings fluttering with the beginnings of what would someday soon be flight.
Jigano watched indulgently, head cocked to the side as he considered the youthful deity's words and then bowed his head in respect for the duty that Ludo had done. I am glad they have been allowed to continue their journeys, he said quietly. And that you need not shoulder the weight of them alone anymore. He looked up then, ears perking forward as he watched Isuma try to lure a god into play, her childish eagerness a bright spot in the shadowed wood. He chuckled to himself and then rose, stepping forward into the deity's reach as well.
I was worried when you did not come for your payment, he admitted more quietly. We didn't know how the Old Ones would react to the barrier's fall... It is good to see you are well, in spite of our actions. Odd, perhaps, for a mortal to be worried and protective of a god, but it would not be the first time for him. Perhaps it was something in being an Oracle, or perhaps it was knowing something of Ludo's youth in spite of their ancient existence, but Jigano found he didn't mind at all if petting him brought the spirit guide a little innocent joy.
Isuma was less well-mannered in her greeting as Ludo descended to speak with them. The little gryphlet recognized something unsettling about the death god, but she also felt Jigano's reassurance and remembered those tickling rags. With a bright reep! of greeting she pounced towards one of his fluttering strips of cloth, wings fluttering with the beginnings of what would someday soon be flight.
Jigano watched indulgently, head cocked to the side as he considered the youthful deity's words and then bowed his head in respect for the duty that Ludo had done. I am glad they have been allowed to continue their journeys, he said quietly. And that you need not shoulder the weight of them alone anymore. He looked up then, ears perking forward as he watched Isuma try to lure a god into play, her childish eagerness a bright spot in the shadowed wood. He chuckled to himself and then rose, stepping forward into the deity's reach as well.
I was worried when you did not come for your payment, he admitted more quietly. We didn't know how the Old Ones would react to the barrier's fall... It is good to see you are well, in spite of our actions. Odd, perhaps, for a mortal to be worried and protective of a god, but it would not be the first time for him. Perhaps it was something in being an Oracle, or perhaps it was knowing something of Ludo's youth in spite of their ancient existence, but Jigano found he didn't mind at all if petting him brought the spirit guide a little innocent joy.
