His explanation might have been lacking, but clearly Melita was a quick study, and he cawed approval and agreement when her eyes lit up with understanding. She and her companion dove into the battle anew, and Jigano and his compelled ravens redoubled their efforts, chasing down the dangerous insects with focused intent and fierce determination to protect that which was precious to the lorekeeper-turned-raven. Between the eight of them the nearby fields were soon decidedly lacking in the harsh scraping calls of flinthoppers, and Jigano's basket was piled high with flinty legs while the area around the post was a grisly memorial to the fallen foe.
When no more flinthoppers could be found or scared into flight the white raven flapped tiredly back to the fence post tiredly, tilting his head at his pair of unexpected helpers. He waited until Melita was distracted by something the vampire gourd had done and her back was turned before he hopped off his perch, body flowing and reforming into his more usual shape of tall, white-haired man, slender and wearing his brown leggings and, in the heat, a short-sleeved linen shirt in dove grey in place of his more usual - and heavier - gear. He cleared his throat tentatively as he picked up his now-full basket and the crows came to rest on the fence post behind him, watching Fangorn with bright black eyes that held wariness and curiosity in equal measure.
"Melita? Thank you very much for your help today. I can't offer the full hospitality of the farm, but I'm sure Rory won't mind if I offer you a drink of water, at least, after all your assistance?" The leatherworker was in town that day, trading his finished goods, but the dogs were used to Jigano and Isuma now, and though he was careful not to overstep his bounds as a guest in his lover's home, some things were just plain good manners - like a cool drink on a hot day after a job well done!
When no more flinthoppers could be found or scared into flight the white raven flapped tiredly back to the fence post tiredly, tilting his head at his pair of unexpected helpers. He waited until Melita was distracted by something the vampire gourd had done and her back was turned before he hopped off his perch, body flowing and reforming into his more usual shape of tall, white-haired man, slender and wearing his brown leggings and, in the heat, a short-sleeved linen shirt in dove grey in place of his more usual - and heavier - gear. He cleared his throat tentatively as he picked up his now-full basket and the crows came to rest on the fence post behind him, watching Fangorn with bright black eyes that held wariness and curiosity in equal measure.
"Melita? Thank you very much for your help today. I can't offer the full hospitality of the farm, but I'm sure Rory won't mind if I offer you a drink of water, at least, after all your assistance?" The leatherworker was in town that day, trading his finished goods, but the dogs were used to Jigano and Isuma now, and though he was careful not to overstep his bounds as a guest in his lover's home, some things were just plain good manners - like a cool drink on a hot day after a job well done!
