they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
“You probably do.” She agrees, amused at the thought but finding it for the most part likely truthful. She had gone on and on when she met Frey the second time, when the deity cared to stay and speak with her, and she had found that the god was tired of her continual monologues – she can only imagine what it might have been like for Jigano to experience such a thing. “Oh I do hope so!” She chimes to his comment, giving a smile his way before she softens at the comment of Pittore.
“I’ve thought about it.” She begins with a soft tilt to her head. “I had one in Helovia. A polecat named Marembo. He watched out for Kiada and her twin.” She remarks softly before shaking her head. “Both Kiada and Kianzo had companions, and sometimes when you couldn’t get either one to do anything, Marembo would go and get their companions and wrangle them into a place to herd the two of them.”
But for a moment, they speak of LongNight and Fiat Lux and the light hearted festival that celebrates all those that had survived and the hardships of the longest night, and she smiles to him softly at that. “I will. I appreciate that, thank you Jigano.” It’s an honest thank you, before she pauses at the mention of Deimos writing riddles. “Oh how exciting!” A brief laugh at that, before suddenly…
A tug so powerful her gaze snaps toward it, pausing all of her thoughts with the intense need to look for this thing that had attracted her attention, had caused such a sensation. And so she stands from the small rock they sit upon, glancing back to Jigano with a soft smile. “I’m sorry… I need to check something, I’ll be right back.” She says lightly, though the Bard is welcome to join her should he wish to.
Making her way to the tree, she lets her green gaze look upon the jagged, lightning struck trees, cracked and charred slightly. She can see the opening and feel the tug, and she sticks her hand into it to find something flat with a strange circle on one side of it as she removes her hand from the opening. Inspecting it thoughtfully, she eyes the button curiously, wondering what might happen should she press it.
“I’ve thought about it.” She begins with a soft tilt to her head. “I had one in Helovia. A polecat named Marembo. He watched out for Kiada and her twin.” She remarks softly before shaking her head. “Both Kiada and Kianzo had companions, and sometimes when you couldn’t get either one to do anything, Marembo would go and get their companions and wrangle them into a place to herd the two of them.”
But for a moment, they speak of LongNight and Fiat Lux and the light hearted festival that celebrates all those that had survived and the hardships of the longest night, and she smiles to him softly at that. “I will. I appreciate that, thank you Jigano.” It’s an honest thank you, before she pauses at the mention of Deimos writing riddles. “Oh how exciting!” A brief laugh at that, before suddenly…
A tug so powerful her gaze snaps toward it, pausing all of her thoughts with the intense need to look for this thing that had attracted her attention, had caused such a sensation. And so she stands from the small rock they sit upon, glancing back to Jigano with a soft smile. “I’m sorry… I need to check something, I’ll be right back.” She says lightly, though the Bard is welcome to join her should he wish to.
Making her way to the tree, she lets her green gaze look upon the jagged, lightning struck trees, cracked and charred slightly. She can see the opening and feel the tug, and she sticks her hand into it to find something flat with a strange circle on one side of it as she removes her hand from the opening. Inspecting it thoughtfully, she eyes the button curiously, wondering what might happen should she press it.
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