He kept an eye on those who arrived after he did, watching his friends gravitate towards others, as they had each time before. Sam appeared as if by magic, not there one moment, standing on the shore the next. Melita slipped to Ronin’s side, and the raccoon he held who could only be Remi. An owl ghosted silently out of the night, but the starwhale calf beside her revealed her identity as surely as Isuma did his own. She drifted to land above another fox, surprising him and twisting an ugly thread of jealousy in his heart as he considered who that fox likely was… if not a traitor, then still a coward. And still preferable to his company, it would seem, though Jyoti’s greeting soothed some of the uglier shadows in his heart, before she, too, abandoned him. Lily found Lucas’s side, and so in the end it was only he, Sam, and Are who stood alone amidst the gathered celebrants.
Ah well. It was nothing he wasn’t used to, after all, and perhaps a sign that… no. No, he wouldn’t let himself be lost down that dark path tonight.
The will-o-wisps were beautiful as they came to light the way, and what they illuminated was a ceremony of pomp and circumstance that shone brightly in the bard’s heart, eclipsing the darkness that had threatened there. He might not know the reason for what was happening, but the lovely girl who was carried on the gilded litter was clearly a reason for celebration, and she looked joyous in performing her office, whatever it might be. Gentle, bright, beautiful; they were all entranced by her, the Fae waiting on the shore, and Jigano nudged Isuma with his nose as she peeped happily at the jubilant atmosphere around them. The white fox rose onto his feet, the gryphon at his side, and they both stretched their front paws out before them in canine bows of respect and joy.
Ah well. It was nothing he wasn’t used to, after all, and perhaps a sign that… no. No, he wouldn’t let himself be lost down that dark path tonight.
The will-o-wisps were beautiful as they came to light the way, and what they illuminated was a ceremony of pomp and circumstance that shone brightly in the bard’s heart, eclipsing the darkness that had threatened there. He might not know the reason for what was happening, but the lovely girl who was carried on the gilded litter was clearly a reason for celebration, and she looked joyous in performing her office, whatever it might be. Gentle, bright, beautiful; they were all entranced by her, the Fae waiting on the shore, and Jigano nudged Isuma with his nose as she peeped happily at the jubilant atmosphere around them. The white fox rose onto his feet, the gryphon at his side, and they both stretched their front paws out before them in canine bows of respect and joy.
