Ah. An arrow. Delightful.
But the child was no child when he was this close to her. Or at least, she was young but not as young as he would have expected from a human youth. And then there were the wings, which he was absolutely certain human youth generally lacked.
But Safrin's book had mentioned a race of winged people who lived in the enchanted forest north of the Hollowed Grounds. And Ianto had said those woods were owned by a certain race...
He tilted his head at her as she lowered her weapon, hiding the relief he felt at not needing to dodge an arrow while this high up in the branches. He had no fear of heights, but that seemed like an excellent way to develop one. "Would you have preferred I threw things at you instead of speaking up?" he asked, tucking his fear and weariness and aching heart behind the pleasantly curious face of a wandering bard, whose life and livelihood depended on his ability to lock away his unhappiness for the sake of others.
He let her examine him as he did much the same to her, but her frank question had him blinking in surprise. "I'm not usually asked that quite so bluntly," he acknowledged with a wry grin, tipping his head to the side in a sort of nod. "But you have nicer wings than I do. I don't suppose you're one of the Fae?" He brought a knee up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it as he watched her cautiously. "I'm Jigano, by the way."
But the child was no child when he was this close to her. Or at least, she was young but not as young as he would have expected from a human youth. And then there were the wings, which he was absolutely certain human youth generally lacked.
But Safrin's book had mentioned a race of winged people who lived in the enchanted forest north of the Hollowed Grounds. And Ianto had said those woods were owned by a certain race...
He tilted his head at her as she lowered her weapon, hiding the relief he felt at not needing to dodge an arrow while this high up in the branches. He had no fear of heights, but that seemed like an excellent way to develop one. "Would you have preferred I threw things at you instead of speaking up?" he asked, tucking his fear and weariness and aching heart behind the pleasantly curious face of a wandering bard, whose life and livelihood depended on his ability to lock away his unhappiness for the sake of others.
He let her examine him as he did much the same to her, but her frank question had him blinking in surprise. "I'm not usually asked that quite so bluntly," he acknowledged with a wry grin, tipping his head to the side in a sort of nod. "But you have nicer wings than I do. I don't suppose you're one of the Fae?" He brought a knee up to his chest, wrapping his arms around it as he watched her cautiously. "I'm Jigano, by the way."
