There had been no words.
What words could encompass the fall of a goddess, and her potential demise? It did not matter whether one had loved or despaired of her, for she had been eternal and now...
Now she was gone.
Jigano could not say whether it was a temporary state or a permanent one; as she herself had reminded him, he knew little of the gods of Caido, how they truly worked and what they held dear. All he knew was that Amalia had loved the lady of the stars, ardently and all her life, and because of their actions both goddess and Tulmhainar were...
Lost.
He had stayed at her side after the goddess had blown to dust, saying nothing but offering everything that was in his heart through the Attuned link: his love and grief, his comfort and support - as she had supported him, not so long ago. In a raven's feathered form he had tucked himself close, and when they had reached the safety of the bakery he had taken the form of a man again, to help however he could. There was tea to make, and a gryphlet to let in so she could curl up in Amalia's lap, and bread to knead while minds race and spun in circles of shock and disbelief.
Everything else could wait.
The bard had been taking bread from the oven - only a little burned on the bottom, but otherwise salvageable - when a thumping came at the door that was most decidedly closed for business. Deimos looked as terrible as they all felt, somehow even worse than Jigano, the pair of them having received no Fae or deific healing though at least the bard hadn't been ravaged by fire. He sucked in a breath at the sight of the man - and promptly coughed as his wounded lungs protested.
The alcohol was welcome, but it was water that Jigano offered his big friend first, water for both of them to wash down and dilute the poison still haunting their throats, before he stepped back to give Amalia room to fuss over him, if she had the energy for it.
What words could encompass the fall of a goddess, and her potential demise? It did not matter whether one had loved or despaired of her, for she had been eternal and now...
Now she was gone.
Jigano could not say whether it was a temporary state or a permanent one; as she herself had reminded him, he knew little of the gods of Caido, how they truly worked and what they held dear. All he knew was that Amalia had loved the lady of the stars, ardently and all her life, and because of their actions both goddess and Tulmhainar were...
Lost.
He had stayed at her side after the goddess had blown to dust, saying nothing but offering everything that was in his heart through the Attuned link: his love and grief, his comfort and support - as she had supported him, not so long ago. In a raven's feathered form he had tucked himself close, and when they had reached the safety of the bakery he had taken the form of a man again, to help however he could. There was tea to make, and a gryphlet to let in so she could curl up in Amalia's lap, and bread to knead while minds race and spun in circles of shock and disbelief.
Everything else could wait.
The bard had been taking bread from the oven - only a little burned on the bottom, but otherwise salvageable - when a thumping came at the door that was most decidedly closed for business. Deimos looked as terrible as they all felt, somehow even worse than Jigano, the pair of them having received no Fae or deific healing though at least the bard hadn't been ravaged by fire. He sucked in a breath at the sight of the man - and promptly coughed as his wounded lungs protested.
The alcohol was welcome, but it was water that Jigano offered his big friend first, water for both of them to wash down and dilute the poison still haunting their throats, before he stepped back to give Amalia room to fuss over him, if she had the energy for it.
