”Wouldn’t miss it,” he assured Oliver with a smile at the young man’s greeting. He was glad to turn his hand to something untainted with blood or the prospect of violence after the horrors of LongNight and the opening of the portal.
He’d thought Oliver was young, but the next two arrivals made him adjust his expectations down a demographic. And then Kaimana showed up, a bubbly ray of sunshine who made Jigano feel old when combined with the other three. The bard couldn’t help but grin and shake his white head as he looked over the gathered flower of Caido’s youth – and the shy tulips trailing Kaimana like tentative puppies – and offered quiet greetings to the pair he hadn’t yet met. He did raise a brow at the girl Cassie’s introduction, a delighted smile brightening his expression. ”Hotaru Wormbane’s daughter?” he checked with a wicked glint of mischief in his blue eyes. ”I’m Jigano. Nice to meet you Cassie – and you as well, Dante.”
He quieted when Oliver stepped back to speak and tell them of his plans, and the bard nodded understanding of the goal. They were all probably unaware of the long history of death that surrounded the Spire, and the blood that soaked the earth to the edge of the Spire Demon’s territory. Even since his own relatively recent arrival Wessex and Ronin had died here, only to later be reborn. Would earth steeped in such violence support the flowers that Oliver wanted to plant? The Oasis thrived in the Spire’s shadow, and the bodies of the dead should have made the earth fertile, so there was hope for the day’s activity.
With a wry smile Jigano stepped forward after the speech, hefting his bag of seeds as he did so. ”I’ve brought a collection from the Oasis and Woodland to see how they do,” he explained, then gave the enterprising young man a wink. ”And a shovel will just slow me down. Just point me where you’d like me to start.”
He’d thought Oliver was young, but the next two arrivals made him adjust his expectations down a demographic. And then Kaimana showed up, a bubbly ray of sunshine who made Jigano feel old when combined with the other three. The bard couldn’t help but grin and shake his white head as he looked over the gathered flower of Caido’s youth – and the shy tulips trailing Kaimana like tentative puppies – and offered quiet greetings to the pair he hadn’t yet met. He did raise a brow at the girl Cassie’s introduction, a delighted smile brightening his expression. ”Hotaru Wormbane’s daughter?” he checked with a wicked glint of mischief in his blue eyes. ”I’m Jigano. Nice to meet you Cassie – and you as well, Dante.”
He quieted when Oliver stepped back to speak and tell them of his plans, and the bard nodded understanding of the goal. They were all probably unaware of the long history of death that surrounded the Spire, and the blood that soaked the earth to the edge of the Spire Demon’s territory. Even since his own relatively recent arrival Wessex and Ronin had died here, only to later be reborn. Would earth steeped in such violence support the flowers that Oliver wanted to plant? The Oasis thrived in the Spire’s shadow, and the bodies of the dead should have made the earth fertile, so there was hope for the day’s activity.
With a wry smile Jigano stepped forward after the speech, hefting his bag of seeds as he did so. ”I’ve brought a collection from the Oasis and Woodland to see how they do,” he explained, then gave the enterprising young man a wink. ”And a shovel will just slow me down. Just point me where you’d like me to start.”
