Jigano didn't need to see to know where they were. The Stonesong lived up to its name, filling the night with a lonely music as the water and wind rushed through the rocks below. A part of him still yearned to make music with it, to return with his flute or harp and add, in his own small way, to the natural beauty of the river's lullaby.
That part of him was growing weaker by the day and besides, what could he do? His hands shook so much that the harp was nearly useless now, and the flute soon would be. There was no point, none at all, in making music no one else would hear; another worthless endeavor for people who didn't deserve it. Himself most of all.
Keep yourself safe, was all he managed to caution; half command, half plea. The young man had been through enough with gods and demons already. He was more than deserving of catching a break by now. Not to mention, if anything happened to Remi there would be far more rage and sadness throughout the Settlement than the blight alone could account for.
And Rory was in much the same position, was he not? Losing a loved one day by day to sudden bursts of temper and hissed words that he never meantexcept that he did, in the moment, cruel in a way he had never meant to show the hunter. I don't think he'll come this year, either, the raven admitted with a mental sigh. But I will still try. It was all he could do, afraid in ways he could barely put into words about leaving Rory alone on the farm while he walked the Night on his errand of seeking lost souls with a lantern and a song.
He felt Remi's turn, the great muscles beneath him bunching and twisting as the manticore changed direction, and the bard croaked quietly in confusion. Is there something you need back at the Village?
That part of him was growing weaker by the day and besides, what could he do? His hands shook so much that the harp was nearly useless now, and the flute soon would be. There was no point, none at all, in making music no one else would hear; another worthless endeavor for people who didn't deserve it. Himself most of all.
Keep yourself safe, was all he managed to caution; half command, half plea. The young man had been through enough with gods and demons already. He was more than deserving of catching a break by now. Not to mention, if anything happened to Remi there would be far more rage and sadness throughout the Settlement than the blight alone could account for.
And Rory was in much the same position, was he not? Losing a loved one day by day to sudden bursts of temper and hissed words that he never meant
He felt Remi's turn, the great muscles beneath him bunching and twisting as the manticore changed direction, and the bard croaked quietly in confusion. Is there something you need back at the Village?
