"You should ask her about the Magna Vermis hunt," he suggested to Cassandra with a grin, wishing he could be a fly on the wall to hear Hotaru tell the tale of their glorious(ly messy) vanquishing of three determined foes. Who... just happened to be giant earthworms. Like you did on Caido.
And oh, gods least fortunate, along with spring came hormones and Jigano had to look elsewhere very hard for a few moments while he hid his grin at Dante's awkward flirting. He waved toKaimana instead, watching the way the plants seemed to pop up around him with open fascination and a bubbling curiosity that not even the Spire's presence could entirely flatten.
Oliver gave his instructions and added a bit of structure to the day, and Jigano nodded solemnly, feeling a sense of eagerness as the sparkling strings of color in his soul seemed to vibrate in readiness. He went to the entrance of the Spire and then paced back twenty-five feet before sinking to his knees, kneeling in the weary, ashen soil that surrounded the massive edifice. Blood and death had reigned over the place for generations, but the time had come to change that. This was the Voice's place, perhaps, but even if the old gods couldn't enter it without a great price he could at least bring them close enough to knock on the door.
He buried his hands in the earth even as invisible fingers plucked at the shimmering threads of his magic. This time he didn't grab and pull so much as run his will across them in a cascade of silent notes, drawing the heat of his healing magic down his arms and into his hands, pushing it out through his skin and into the soil of the Hollowed Grounds as earth and healing magic combined to enrich and renew the ground once more. While he was at it he tugged at the earth in six spots along parallel lines, three on each side of the Spire entrance, pulling it down into shallow holes for his seeds. Each hole was ten feet apart from the one before, and the nearest to the Spire was still ten feet away from it.
And oh, gods least fortunate, along with spring came hormones and Jigano had to look elsewhere very hard for a few moments while he hid his grin at Dante's awkward flirting. He waved to
Oliver gave his instructions and added a bit of structure to the day, and Jigano nodded solemnly, feeling a sense of eagerness as the sparkling strings of color in his soul seemed to vibrate in readiness. He went to the entrance of the Spire and then paced back twenty-five feet before sinking to his knees, kneeling in the weary, ashen soil that surrounded the massive edifice. Blood and death had reigned over the place for generations, but the time had come to change that. This was the Voice's place, perhaps, but even if the old gods couldn't enter it without a great price he could at least bring them close enough to knock on the door.
He buried his hands in the earth even as invisible fingers plucked at the shimmering threads of his magic. This time he didn't grab and pull so much as run his will across them in a cascade of silent notes, drawing the heat of his healing magic down his arms and into his hands, pushing it out through his skin and into the soil of the Hollowed Grounds as earth and healing magic combined to enrich and renew the ground once more. While he was at it he tugged at the earth in six spots along parallel lines, three on each side of the Spire entrance, pulling it down into shallow holes for his seeds. Each hole was ten feet apart from the one before, and the nearest to the Spire was still ten feet away from it.
