"If it was only a week it'd be bad enough, but that doesn't even include the Wicker Women, Banshees, Boggarts, and who knows what else lurking in the Woods," he agreed wryly. "Rumor has it that these portals might eventually lead to oceans and beaches, however. We'll have to keep our fingers crossed that they aren't also trying to kill us. Gods most fortunate, but we're all in need of a break after this past year." He'd never seen an ocean himself, but he'd read about them and heard Sunjata wax (slightly) poetic about them. A few days (months?) lying on the sand with a bit of shade and a cool drink sounded heavenly after the long winter.
The forge was already starting to perk up with their efforts, and the piles of debris and useful items that Lily had gathered were shrinking once more as they separated them further, or put things away. The hardest parts had already been done, and they would finish up much faster than Jigano had anticipated with their conversation to speed the time along. "You are as gracious as you are beautiful," he declared with a gallant wink for Lily's kind forgiveness.
He caught the wistfulness in her tone as she came back in, as he was reaching up to hang the last of the tools that went on pegs. There were a few more to replace in the drawers they had been ripped out of, but the drawers themselves were still intact, thankfully. As he began slipping them back into place he smiled over his shoulder at the songstress. "I hear there are some gods you can speak to about that," he chuckled. "They always seem eager to welcome a new Attuned to the fold, and perhaps one of the shapes your soul finds would have wings with which to fly?" Though given the way things had been going over the past few seasons, he couldn't blame anyone who wanted to stay out of the brewing conflict between the gods. There was something to be said for avoiding divine attention, especially when the good was often balanced with the bad.
The forge was already starting to perk up with their efforts, and the piles of debris and useful items that Lily had gathered were shrinking once more as they separated them further, or put things away. The hardest parts had already been done, and they would finish up much faster than Jigano had anticipated with their conversation to speed the time along. "You are as gracious as you are beautiful," he declared with a gallant wink for Lily's kind forgiveness.
He caught the wistfulness in her tone as she came back in, as he was reaching up to hang the last of the tools that went on pegs. There were a few more to replace in the drawers they had been ripped out of, but the drawers themselves were still intact, thankfully. As he began slipping them back into place he smiled over his shoulder at the songstress. "I hear there are some gods you can speak to about that," he chuckled. "They always seem eager to welcome a new Attuned to the fold, and perhaps one of the shapes your soul finds would have wings with which to fly?" Though given the way things had been going over the past few seasons, he couldn't blame anyone who wanted to stay out of the brewing conflict between the gods. There was something to be said for avoiding divine attention, especially when the good was often balanced with the bad.
