"Depends on the god," Jigano said easily, arching a brow at her terseness, but nodded approval at the question nonetheless. There was little point in misleading her; she could always ask someone else to double-check his words, and he had no desire to be implicated in leading her astray should a god actually appear and be displeased with her offering because of something he had said. "For Frey, fresh fruit or flowers make a good offering. Something natural and fresh, at any rate. For Safrin, something beautiful, themed in stars or light to appeal to her pride. For Ludo..." Here he paused, then gave a wry shrug. "Lanterns of some variety are common offerings, but also something filled with treasured memories, however humble it might be. For naturals, a childhood toy is common. For outlanders, something with personal meaning or a connection to the past, though we tend to have far fewer of such things. That does make them dearer, though, and suitable as offerings to a god."
His smile quirked a little higher as a triumphant peep slipped into his thoughts, and a moment later a feathered form came bounding out of his office with something clutched in her beak. She brought it to him, landing in his lap lightly, wings spread for balance and then folding neatly, and he took the object she held with blue eyes that glinted brightly at Melinoe as he held it up. "Something like this, perhaps. I had my... friend make a new sheath for it so Isuma wouldn't cut herself accidentally on it before you could claim it," he explained with a little smile, hesitating only slightly over the word 'friend' as though it wasn't wrong, but wasn't quite right, either.
In his hand of course was Melinoe's lost knife, now in a simple but dapper black sheath. He stretched to offer it to her as Isuma wriggled with excitement in his lap, both watching the little witch's expression curiosly.
His smile quirked a little higher as a triumphant peep slipped into his thoughts, and a moment later a feathered form came bounding out of his office with something clutched in her beak. She brought it to him, landing in his lap lightly, wings spread for balance and then folding neatly, and he took the object she held with blue eyes that glinted brightly at Melinoe as he held it up. "Something like this, perhaps. I had my... friend make a new sheath for it so Isuma wouldn't cut herself accidentally on it before you could claim it," he explained with a little smile, hesitating only slightly over the word 'friend' as though it wasn't wrong, but wasn't quite right, either.
In his hand of course was Melinoe's lost knife, now in a simple but dapper black sheath. He stretched to offer it to her as Isuma wriggled with excitement in his lap, both watching the little witch's expression curiosly.
