Whatever griefs plagued the mortals of Caido, the seasons continued to turn heedless of the little lives that scampered and struggled across the face of the world. Jigano was feeling that keenly as fiery foliage began to fall in earnest, the boughs growing bare and the days and nights both growing colder as the days withered and the nights bloomed. Deepfrost was approaching in earnest now, and with it the terrors of Long Night not far behind. The joys of Fiat Lux were distant memories in comparison, and the bard tightened his cloak around himself as he faced the Labyrinth's gate once more as he let himself reminisce on a time before Queens and blights and words that could never be unsaid.
The shaking in his hands was growing worse, not better, and his skin seemed to have undertaken a permanent clammy chill he couldn't warm out of it, no matter how many furs he burrowed under or how close he sat to a fire. He didn't like seeing the worry in Rory's eyes, though, echoing his own fears for what was happening to him, and so today he set out to try and find a cure for the strange ailment that lingered in his bones.
He had been here before, after all, and though he was wary he felt no fear. Isuma chirruped encouragement from his shoulder, and he smiled as he reached up to scratch the feathers that edged her beak, remembering how her egg had come to him. "Soonest begun, soonest done," he murmured to her, checking the position of the late-morning sun as clouds scudded across the sky, threatening rain later in the day. Checking the set of his rapier and hefting his pack a little higher on his shoulder, he strode towards the entrance of the Labyrinth, and the beckoning calls of the squirrels within.
The shaking in his hands was growing worse, not better, and his skin seemed to have undertaken a permanent clammy chill he couldn't warm out of it, no matter how many furs he burrowed under or how close he sat to a fire. He didn't like seeing the worry in Rory's eyes, though, echoing his own fears for what was happening to him, and so today he set out to try and find a cure for the strange ailment that lingered in his bones.
He had been here before, after all, and though he was wary he felt no fear. Isuma chirruped encouragement from his shoulder, and he smiled as he reached up to scratch the feathers that edged her beak, remembering how her egg had come to him. "Soonest begun, soonest done," he murmured to her, checking the position of the late-morning sun as clouds scudded across the sky, threatening rain later in the day. Checking the set of his rapier and hefting his pack a little higher on his shoulder, he strode towards the entrance of the Labyrinth, and the beckoning calls of the squirrels within.
