Her wings were not immediately evident, but her diminutive size made it likely the reverent mourner was one of the Fae, and it made Jigano hesitant to shift and possibly frighten her. If it had been someone within the Hollowed Grounds he might have continued on his way after paying his respects, but if she was Fae, then the words spoken with Deimos and Ianto had even more bearing. To build bridges and make friends, one slow step at a time. Patience and persistence. And that meant that instead of taking up his burden again and trotting deeper into Ludo's Woods, the fox waited to see if they would be noticed - not a difficult thing in the summertime, when his snowy pelt was the opposite of camouflage.
He and Isuma were still and quiet as the old woman - no, the girl? Despite her hunched and aged appearance from behind, her face was unlined and almost childlike - turned to look at them, but the bard's curiosity turned to delight when the girl reached for book and pen, a scholar after his own heart.
The moment the pen fell was a telling one, the Fae's expression upset and, just as clearly, helpless to do much about it with her... injuries? Illness? Isuma was already scampering down the low ridge before green eyes rose to pin them, and the girl clicked her tongue at them as if they were pampered pets. Amused in spite of the indignity, Jigano picked up his bundle and made his own way down, though he set the bundle behind a stump before he finished coming near. Isuma was already nosing at the dropped quill, and Hazel's feet, her tiny beak gentle as she reep!ed reassurance to the petite woman. The fox snorted gently, blowing warm air over her shoulders to remind her of her manners before took the quill in gentle teeth and rose up on his hind legs, balancing deftly - though reaching out a paw to tap against the girl's stick and give him the slightest help of balance - as he proffered the writing utensil back to her with mischief in his blue eyes.
He and Isuma were still and quiet as the old woman - no, the girl? Despite her hunched and aged appearance from behind, her face was unlined and almost childlike - turned to look at them, but the bard's curiosity turned to delight when the girl reached for book and pen, a scholar after his own heart.
The moment the pen fell was a telling one, the Fae's expression upset and, just as clearly, helpless to do much about it with her... injuries? Illness? Isuma was already scampering down the low ridge before green eyes rose to pin them, and the girl clicked her tongue at them as if they were pampered pets. Amused in spite of the indignity, Jigano picked up his bundle and made his own way down, though he set the bundle behind a stump before he finished coming near. Isuma was already nosing at the dropped quill, and Hazel's feet, her tiny beak gentle as she reep!ed reassurance to the petite woman. The fox snorted gently, blowing warm air over her shoulders to remind her of her manners before took the quill in gentle teeth and rose up on his hind legs, balancing deftly - though reaching out a paw to tap against the girl's stick and give him the slightest help of balance - as he proffered the writing utensil back to her with mischief in his blue eyes.
