The Woods were not so dark as once they had been. Still full of mystery, still full of tricks, but Jigano had ventured into them and returned more than once now, and his steps grew more certain with each successful journey. Tonight his steps were on four dainty paws, his fox's eyes better suited to the dark, and fox's ears tilted forward to listen to the sounds of the forest around him as his sleeplessness sent him exploring once more.
Tonight the trees were quiet, the will-o-wisps guiding travelers towards the Stonesong in echo of a prior evening, where fire and water had combined to play tricks and treats upon the children of Caido in the sweet chill of a Flowerbirth night. Isuma pounced and bounded along beside him, sleek and trim as baby fat burned away to juvenile muscles and feathers molted towards fledgling flight. The pair of pale adventurers slipped like spirits through the night, reflections of starlight through the leaves, half-wisps themselves as they followed their curious guide to the sandy banks of the Sea of Branches and the curious constructions that arced across the river there.
Seeing the gathering of Fae in poses of reverence, Jigano coaxed Isuma into her best manners and eeled his silken, vulpine way to a place near the front of those gathered, so he could watch what was to come. The pair settled back on their haunches, paws placed primly in the sand, and the white fox bowed his head in respect for what moved their silent hosts, curious and watchful but attempting to give no offense by either changing into an unwelcome human form, or behaving in a way that would disrupt whatever ceremony was occurring.
Tonight the trees were quiet, the will-o-wisps guiding travelers towards the Stonesong in echo of a prior evening, where fire and water had combined to play tricks and treats upon the children of Caido in the sweet chill of a Flowerbirth night. Isuma pounced and bounded along beside him, sleek and trim as baby fat burned away to juvenile muscles and feathers molted towards fledgling flight. The pair of pale adventurers slipped like spirits through the night, reflections of starlight through the leaves, half-wisps themselves as they followed their curious guide to the sandy banks of the Sea of Branches and the curious constructions that arced across the river there.
Seeing the gathering of Fae in poses of reverence, Jigano coaxed Isuma into her best manners and eeled his silken, vulpine way to a place near the front of those gathered, so he could watch what was to come. The pair settled back on their haunches, paws placed primly in the sand, and the white fox bowed his head in respect for what moved their silent hosts, curious and watchful but attempting to give no offense by either changing into an unwelcome human form, or behaving in a way that would disrupt whatever ceremony was occurring.
