Even so, Jigano echoed silently, sending agreement through the bond as a low, unhappy rumble vibrated in his large chest. Just sharing the story with someone other then Rory seemed to take a little of the sting from it, especially given how good a listener Remi was. The dragon sighed, the breath from his mouth chillier than that from his nose as it stirred the grass in front of him, but he turned to the alchemist with hope that the younger man might be able to guide him through at least some of the rocky shoals of his current course.
Friends were in shorter supply these days with the deaths over LongNight, and the strained bonds between him and Amalia and Sam. Still, the fond memories that Remi shared were beacons of hope, and Jigano shifted as he raised his head a little as he considered what he was about to say. First, though, he was curious about what was new with Remi's life and skills. He'd heard something from Loren that had sounded too strange to believe, but as the alchemist coaxed a little plant-creature to life Jigano snorted in surprise, gusting a hard wash of chilly air over the summoned? Created? Dreamed? dancing flower. What do you call it? he couldn't help but ask, fascinated in spite of the weighty ennui he labored under.
The surprise of the moment shook him enough from his self-absorbed unhappiness that he found a little of the courage that he'd felt like he'd lost within the Spire. Tentatively he reached out through the bond, even as he tilted his scaled head at the curly-haired inventor with cautious optimism. And...would... you help me? The way your friends helped you? Such simple words for such a complicated question.
Friends were in shorter supply these days with the deaths over LongNight, and the strained bonds between him and Amalia and Sam. Still, the fond memories that Remi shared were beacons of hope, and Jigano shifted as he raised his head a little as he considered what he was about to say. First, though, he was curious about what was new with Remi's life and skills. He'd heard something from Loren that had sounded too strange to believe, but as the alchemist coaxed a little plant-creature to life Jigano snorted in surprise, gusting a hard wash of chilly air over the summoned? Created? Dreamed? dancing flower. What do you call it? he couldn't help but ask, fascinated in spite of the weighty ennui he labored under.
The surprise of the moment shook him enough from his self-absorbed unhappiness that he found a little of the courage that he'd felt like he'd lost within the Spire. Tentatively he reached out through the bond, even as he tilted his scaled head at the curly-haired inventor with cautious optimism. And...would... you help me? The way your friends helped you? Such simple words for such a complicated question.
