Silence bred silence in the Deepfrost snows. Loren had not let anyone know what he had planned, and so they were all left to draw their own conclusions. Such things rarely ended well when the blight had its influence on those reactions. Anger and frustration spilled over in a brute-force charge that was highly unusual for the bard, who usually preferred a more oblique approach.
A charge that was entirely unnecessary, it turned out, as a familiar ragged shape draped over the snowbeast and disarmed the Yeti. Jigano slid to a halt, snorting and ducking his head in respect to the masked god. He sent Remi a pulse of reassurance as he stepped up beside Loren on four pale hooves and raised blue eyes to meet those of the mask of the soul guide soberly. Can it be taken to rejoin the boy? Concern for the strange creation and for the summoner both moved him to speak up, hoping that ire could be deflected and the beast might yet find its maker in this cold and cheerless storm.
A charge that was entirely unnecessary, it turned out, as a familiar ragged shape draped over the snowbeast and disarmed the Yeti. Jigano slid to a halt, snorting and ducking his head in respect to the masked god. He sent Remi a pulse of reassurance as he stepped up beside Loren on four pale hooves and raised blue eyes to meet those of the mask of the soul guide soberly. Can it be taken to rejoin the boy? Concern for the strange creation and for the summoner both moved him to speak up, hoping that ire could be deflected and the beast might yet find its maker in this cold and cheerless storm.
