The day had arrived, the weather cold and the sky low with heavy clouds that promised snow sooner or later. After a late morning’s lingering over kisses and tea Rory had harnessed him up at the farm to the sledge and the supplies they had come up with together for the construction that Jigano had in mind. Then the white horse had trotted off across the snow, hooves crunching in the crisp Deepfrost air as he had made his way over the fields and through the outskirts to the Bone Bridge. The cairn he had built to mark the spot was a lump under the snow, but Jigano recognized it from its position near the end of the bridge, and he shifted back to his human form and slipped out of the harness. Isuma dropped from the sky to land on the sled, watching curiously as he went about his work.
They would be watching, Ludo had said, and though the blight had done much to diminish the bard he had not broken so easily this time. He knew now, beyond any doubt, that he was not alone on Caido. Rory and Amalia, Kiada and Sam, Melita and Caiside, Remi and Ronin, and so many more stood beside him, even when they disagreed with each other’s choices. Then, too, there were the memories of those he had lost: Isla and Edrei on Caido, but his friends and family in Numeria as well. The deaths still hurt, and always would, but they had given him strength alongside the pain of their loss: atonement, improvement, and becoming someone they would be proud of.
The Fae had their places of worship, but Jigano knew that many of them were also protective of their Greatwood, and with good reason after the spread of the blight. If Shrines dedicated to the individual Old Gods closer to home could help keep peace between the races he would have been willing to try it on that alone. And perhaps the places already within the Hollowed Grounds were enough, but as they had discovered more and more of the Voice’s shrines around the land the Oracle had felt a growing unease with her network of power. It might not help in the grand scheme of things to give the Old Gods another anchor here…
But then again, it might. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
The snow was light and fluffy beneath the crust, and with the shovel he retrieved from the sled it was easy to clear away a square down to bare earth, marked by the spikes and string he had done his initial measurements with. He cleared some area beyond it as well, laying out wood for a fire to keep them warm before he set the shovel’s tip into the earth to begin digging the post hole while he waited for his friends to arrive.
1. Kiada
2.Caiside
3. Melita
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They would be watching, Ludo had said, and though the blight had done much to diminish the bard he had not broken so easily this time. He knew now, beyond any doubt, that he was not alone on Caido. Rory and Amalia, Kiada and Sam, Melita and Caiside, Remi and Ronin, and so many more stood beside him, even when they disagreed with each other’s choices. Then, too, there were the memories of those he had lost: Isla and Edrei on Caido, but his friends and family in Numeria as well. The deaths still hurt, and always would, but they had given him strength alongside the pain of their loss: atonement, improvement, and becoming someone they would be proud of.
The Fae had their places of worship, but Jigano knew that many of them were also protective of their Greatwood, and with good reason after the spread of the blight. If Shrines dedicated to the individual Old Gods closer to home could help keep peace between the races he would have been willing to try it on that alone. And perhaps the places already within the Hollowed Grounds were enough, but as they had discovered more and more of the Voice’s shrines around the land the Oracle had felt a growing unease with her network of power. It might not help in the grand scheme of things to give the Old Gods another anchor here…
But then again, it might. At the very least, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
The snow was light and fluffy beneath the crust, and with the shovel he retrieved from the sled it was easy to clear away a square down to bare earth, marked by the spikes and string he had done his initial measurements with. He cleared some area beyond it as well, laying out wood for a fire to keep them warm before he set the shovel’s tip into the earth to begin digging the post hole while he waited for his friends to arrive.
2.
3. Melita
(With LongNight fast approaching, this PQ will be updating every 48 hours or sooner, if everyone posts in time!)
