Isuma and Sugar had been friends for a year, and the gryphlet was disappointed that the white dragon was nowhere to be found, cheeping her gentle reproof from the rafters as Jigano made his way back to where Remi was working. He paused at the pulse of sadness, tilting his head in surprise. For once his capacious memory failed him, but he had never met Vanya and knew only the broadest strokes of the tale of Aoife's birth. His Long Night had been spent first in a barn, and then later in the Infirmary tending to the wounded friends who would become his family. He had missed Ronin's dramatic entrance and his daughter's first few weeks.
"Ah well, out of sight, out of mind," the bard agreed cheerfully enough. He set his pack of goodies outside the door and took a the offered handful of moss. He looked around for a moment, finally deciding on padding the feet of the chairs so they wouldn't scrape and make noise if they were moved. Unless the room had obvious personal touches to it, he wouldn't necessarily recognize it as Sam's, blissfully ignorant unless or until he learned otherwise. "I'm glad I caught you at home, though. Since our game of tag in the snow I, ah... well, I was a nosy old busybody and wanted to make sure you were doing alright. And I wanted to talk about LongNight while we still have a little bit of breathing room left," he explained a little sheepishly at first, but growing more solemn as the dreaded week was mentioned.
"Ah well, out of sight, out of mind," the bard agreed cheerfully enough. He set his pack of goodies outside the door and took a the offered handful of moss. He looked around for a moment, finally deciding on padding the feet of the chairs so they wouldn't scrape and make noise if they were moved. Unless the room had obvious personal touches to it, he wouldn't necessarily recognize it as Sam's, blissfully ignorant unless or until he learned otherwise. "I'm glad I caught you at home, though. Since our game of tag in the snow I, ah... well, I was a nosy old busybody and wanted to make sure you were doing alright. And I wanted to talk about LongNight while we still have a little bit of breathing room left," he explained a little sheepishly at first, but growing more solemn as the dreaded week was mentioned.
