Jigano grimaced faintly at the discussion of land shark matings and the likely source of the recent attacks. Normally he would have pursued the knowledge with an eager curiosity that bordered on the morbid but now... now, he only wished that the sharks had been a bit less successful in their breeding, and had instead stayed sleeping beneath the earth.
He glanced over as Ronin's shovel joined his, as the last false hope drained from the King's face and left two weary, grieving men mourning the loss of a young woman who had been a friend to them both in different ways. "The Festival... yes," Jigano echoed sad agreement, a lump rising in his throat at the realization that he would have to make another lantern to join the two he'd already planned. "If... if there's anything I can do to help with... with any of it, I will," he said quietly, though he knew he had lost a great deal of trust over the issue of the kingship. "Spreading warnings, or... or anything to do with a remembrance for her." As angry as she had been at him, she'd probably prefer he stay the hell away...
Then again, as long as he brought plenty of hard alcohol to the party, she might eventually forgive him. She had been funny that way, and gods he was going to miss her cackle as she contemplated wicked mischief and tried to make him blush.
He glanced over as Ronin's shovel joined his, as the last false hope drained from the King's face and left two weary, grieving men mourning the loss of a young woman who had been a friend to them both in different ways. "The Festival... yes," Jigano echoed sad agreement, a lump rising in his throat at the realization that he would have to make another lantern to join the two he'd already planned. "If... if there's anything I can do to help with... with any of it, I will," he said quietly, though he knew he had lost a great deal of trust over the issue of the kingship. "Spreading warnings, or... or anything to do with a remembrance for her." As angry as she had been at him, she'd probably prefer he stay the hell away...
Then again, as long as he brought plenty of hard alcohol to the party, she might eventually forgive him. She had been funny that way, and gods he was going to miss her cackle as she contemplated wicked mischief and tried to make him blush.
