Deimos had posted a need for hands, so of course Jigano was there, surprising no one. It was becoming almost tradition now for one to arrive to offer hands or magic, endurance and skill to whatever public works project the other dreamed up. He had brought a few pots of paint and some lengths of cloth slung over his shoulders, with a few brushes in different sizes tucked behind ears or into his tunic.
Though morning wasn't his preferred time, he still managed to arrive with a smile, one that faltered only slightly when he saw Amalia glowing in the morning sun, her own smile putting that distant orb to shame. He might not know where they stood, but Isuma felt no such hesitation as she leapt from his shoulder to make her cheerful greetings to the leopardess, leaving Jigano to nod to both the hosts, a bit more subdued but still looking forward to the day even as he searched the baker's expression for a sign of whether he was welcome.
"I've brought things to make signs - banners - for the different stalls," he offered the co-hosts, hefting the paints he had mixed from plants he had grown. "Writing and pictures both. Or I can help with the construction of things if you already have that handled," he offered, nodding to Amalia's overflowing supplies. Deimos would know that his carpentry skills weren't exactly up to par, but he could hold a beam steady with the best of them, at least.
Though morning wasn't his preferred time, he still managed to arrive with a smile, one that faltered only slightly when he saw Amalia glowing in the morning sun, her own smile putting that distant orb to shame. He might not know where they stood, but Isuma felt no such hesitation as she leapt from his shoulder to make her cheerful greetings to the leopardess, leaving Jigano to nod to both the hosts, a bit more subdued but still looking forward to the day even as he searched the baker's expression for a sign of whether he was welcome.
"I've brought things to make signs - banners - for the different stalls," he offered the co-hosts, hefting the paints he had mixed from plants he had grown. "Writing and pictures both. Or I can help with the construction of things if you already have that handled," he offered, nodding to Amalia's overflowing supplies. Deimos would know that his carpentry skills weren't exactly up to par, but he could hold a beam steady with the best of them, at least.
