The white fox tilted his head thoughtfully at Ludo's words, one ear perked up while the other tilted to the side. Would the song still call to them? he mused. Or would it require something else to coax their souls free, once the hunters have done their work upon a monster's material form, something more to bring them back to you? Would the lantern serve to hold as well as guide them? It was an interesting thought, but one he didn't dare get too attached to this time, waiting instead to see if Ludo would offer encouragement or disinterest in his ideas.
The warning was well-taken, Jigano nodding his head as much in acknowledgment as into the teasing fuss of small, cold fingers. For a moment it was silent, and then he blinked blue eyes open again slowly at the little tidbit of knowledge that the masked god dropped before him, like a tasty vole. The Fae? he asked, ever-curious. The winged people from Safrin's book? One of a pair that included the story of a youth lost in the cold. Can a soul find its way to you and Mort without a lantern to guide it? Or does it just make it easier?
The warning was well-taken, Jigano nodding his head as much in acknowledgment as into the teasing fuss of small, cold fingers. For a moment it was silent, and then he blinked blue eyes open again slowly at the little tidbit of knowledge that the masked god dropped before him, like a tasty vole. The Fae? he asked, ever-curious. The winged people from Safrin's book? One of a pair that included the story of a youth lost in the cold. Can a soul find its way to you and Mort without a lantern to guide it? Or does it just make it easier?
