The Disappearing Light

"It would be inappropriate for the gryphons of my world," Jigano admitted with a hint of his old humor. "But for Isuma the word is a perfect fit." Though he preferred 'adorable,' personally. Perhaps Sam would come around to it once he actually met her. And with luck Mia would like her. He wasn't too worried about the reverse; Isuma liked almost everyone on first meeting, at least unless they threatened him or raised their voice against him.

Jigano was surprised to hear that Sam and Ronan had discussed songs. The Guildmaster was full of surprises, it seemed, and he decided he was bemused rather than hurt that Sam hadn't come to him with such a project. "If I can help in any way, just let me know," he murmured, wondering if the ginger bookmaker had already forgotten of his side job at the tavern. "How would you make a book on the Fae, though?" Given that it seemed like the creatures had kidnapped their friends, they might not be amenable to being written about... but he'd let Samuel decide how best to overcome that hurdle. Perhaps tomorrow would bring some answers for him to begin writing down.

"There is always work for the Guild's Chronicler," Jigano agreed with a faint, sad smile, reminded again of how so many in the Guild were now missing. "Cornelius was your mentor in bookmaking, yes? I wish I could have met him. What was he like?"