Her smile was a thing of light, further inspiration for the composition of ballads to her beauty, but the perfectly white and even teeth in it were a reminder that foxes were only very small predators in the grand scheme of things, and that there were far more dangerous creatures that walked the woods. "Are they not both?" Jigano asked softly, his fingers continuing the slow drift of music from his harp, idle notes trilling back the birdsongs around them. "Is there not yet another barrier beyond them, confining their reach?"
He looked up to watch her with thoughtful blue eyes as she moved to join him on the ground, her movements as graceful as a dance. Her voice might have held the lilt of song, but her words were serious and he exhaled slowly, brow furrowing as he considered her words. "Something from within, then," he said quietly, frustration and regret in his voice. "Unintended, but still..." Idle fingers turned restless on his strings, finding a more structured rhythm as he hummed to himself before looking up at the Lady of the Wood. "If we were the ones to accidentally release it, I would ask - beg - that we be given a chance to help fix it," he said quietly. "May I please see these sickened plants? And..." He raised a brow at her, wry and rueful as he admitted his fault. "I know we - I - have walked where Delah would prefer I not but... do you think she might be convinced to let some of us foolish humans attempt to work with the Fae to find a cure for this sickness, if their own scholars cannot find one on their own?"
He looked up to watch her with thoughtful blue eyes as she moved to join him on the ground, her movements as graceful as a dance. Her voice might have held the lilt of song, but her words were serious and he exhaled slowly, brow furrowing as he considered her words. "Something from within, then," he said quietly, frustration and regret in his voice. "Unintended, but still..." Idle fingers turned restless on his strings, finding a more structured rhythm as he hummed to himself before looking up at the Lady of the Wood. "If we were the ones to accidentally release it, I would ask - beg - that we be given a chance to help fix it," he said quietly. "May I please see these sickened plants? And..." He raised a brow at her, wry and rueful as he admitted his fault. "I know we - I - have walked where Delah would prefer I not but... do you think she might be convinced to let some of us foolish humans attempt to work with the Fae to find a cure for this sickness, if their own scholars cannot find one on their own?"
