The man had a nice laugh, an infectious one, and Jigano’s chortles took a moment to fade as he enjoyed the mirth, however brief. Life had been too dangerous lately, too grim and with too much danger and loss. It felt good to laugh, even if only for a short while. Though his wistful train of thought, wishing that they could communicate more easily, was – for better or worse – not nearly so idle as he had thought. Indeed, as he had hoped it would be! The stranger’s flinch was too well-timed to be coincidence, and Jigano’s focus narrowed onto the man with sudden intentness. Well… that answers that question, he mused. Yes, I did, though I didn’t expect you to hear me. If you’d rather we not speak mind-to-mind I would understand, though. It is still something I’m getting used to, as well. A wry admission, a little humorous, a little bit of disbelief that he had come so far in the year he had been on Caido.
The stranger smiled easily and his eyes were truly stunning, the bard thought idly as he continued to examine the newcomer. He couldn’t help but wonder at the man’s profession and how he had arrived… questions that could be answered if only he asked, but his thoughts were more guarded now, both out of curiosity and a desire to keep his own privacy. ”Lucky,” he croaked in his raven’s voice at the gratitude for being found. ”Hunting.” This… wasn’t going to be easy, but at least he could shape human words in this form! Though perhaps he should find someplace hidden to shift? Though that, too, might scare the newcomer, and for the moment he opted with remaining as he was.
”Cera?” he repeated, managing most of it in near-perfect imitation. ”Smith!” He hopped on the branch he was currently on, bobbing his head to indicate himself. A small owlish head popped up from nearby, coaxed close by his mental call, and the little gryphlet bounced onto the path to look up at Cera with wide golden eyes. She was only the size of a house cat, with a snowy owl’s head and wings and furred foreclaws, and a snow leopards body and tail, but her colors were grey and rust. ”Isuma!” he indicated, with a fond chortle as the little one peeped a greeting of her own to the newcomer.
The stranger smiled easily and his eyes were truly stunning, the bard thought idly as he continued to examine the newcomer. He couldn’t help but wonder at the man’s profession and how he had arrived… questions that could be answered if only he asked, but his thoughts were more guarded now, both out of curiosity and a desire to keep his own privacy. ”Lucky,” he croaked in his raven’s voice at the gratitude for being found. ”Hunting.” This… wasn’t going to be easy, but at least he could shape human words in this form! Though perhaps he should find someplace hidden to shift? Though that, too, might scare the newcomer, and for the moment he opted with remaining as he was.
”Cera?” he repeated, managing most of it in near-perfect imitation. ”Smith!” He hopped on the branch he was currently on, bobbing his head to indicate himself. A small owlish head popped up from nearby, coaxed close by his mental call, and the little gryphlet bounced onto the path to look up at Cera with wide golden eyes. She was only the size of a house cat, with a snowy owl’s head and wings and furred foreclaws, and a snow leopards body and tail, but her colors were grey and rust. ”Isuma!” he indicated, with a fond chortle as the little one peeped a greeting of her own to the newcomer.
