The snow was falling thick and slow through the still Deepfrost air, in no rush to reach the ground but instead tarrying as it drifted down, lazy and confident of its final destination among its many brethren already gathered below in a dazzling white blanket that stretched over the land as far as the eye could see. The white haired bard in his white-furred cloak walked slowly through it, finding the time to admire a few flakes that caught in his hand before they melted against his skin. Admiring, too, the way his hand no longer shook beyond the barest trembling, and the warmth he could feel when he tucked it back inside his cloak again.
His steps were quiet in the fresh powder, the sound of others hurrying by in their preparations equally muffled in winter's grasp, and few stopped to exchange greetings when most were so bundled up that only familiarity with a particular hat or scarf made recognizing a friend possible.
He paused outside the Guild, considering all that they had done to make it strong and stout for the trials to come. If only that door wasn't going to be opening so often, it might well be the safest place within the barrier, but Jigano knew that the foolish outlanders like himself would be tempting fate with that door, and more than once. Ideally they'd all have that talk once they were gathered within, but giving Remi and Ronin a heads up in advance likely wouldn't hurt anything.
He shook the snow from himself as best he could before stepping inside, stomping his boots clear in the entry before stepping into the Guild proper and looking around hopefully as he unslung his cloak and revealed the pack he had been carrying beneath - and the gryphlet who cheeped sleepy protest as she looked up from his shoulder, blinking owlishly.
" Remi ? Ronin?" he called, though not too loudly in case Aoife was sleeping. "Is anyone home?"
His steps were quiet in the fresh powder, the sound of others hurrying by in their preparations equally muffled in winter's grasp, and few stopped to exchange greetings when most were so bundled up that only familiarity with a particular hat or scarf made recognizing a friend possible.
He paused outside the Guild, considering all that they had done to make it strong and stout for the trials to come. If only that door wasn't going to be opening so often, it might well be the safest place within the barrier, but Jigano knew that the foolish outlanders like himself would be tempting fate with that door, and more than once. Ideally they'd all have that talk once they were gathered within, but giving Remi and Ronin a heads up in advance likely wouldn't hurt anything.
He shook the snow from himself as best he could before stepping inside, stomping his boots clear in the entry before stepping into the Guild proper and looking around hopefully as he unslung his cloak and revealed the pack he had been carrying beneath - and the gryphlet who cheeped sleepy protest as she looked up from his shoulder, blinking owlishly.
" Remi ? Ronin?" he called, though not too loudly in case Aoife was sleeping. "Is anyone home?"
