Jigano sent a feeling of muted agreement back. He was no Isla, but he had a working knowledge of non-magical medical first aid, both from his world and from the capable Duchess's teachings. Spines were far from his forte, but he had a sense that the best thing for Amalia was rest and time for her body to rebuild itself beyond what magic could do on its own.
Given his own fierce guilt and remorse he could hardly blame Loren for a black mood and lack of enthusiasm. He was just glad the other man had been willing to join him in the flight today as they skimmed over white snow occasionally broken by stretches of deep blue where the wind had cleared it from the ice beneath. The odd greenish spot ahead was grown closer, beginning to resolve into a more broken area of the landscape. A central area was nearly black, while paler blue and green color variations surrounded it.
Not last year, at least, the dragon agreed with an inner sigh. Though at least the Fae never had to deal with the LongNight monsters. The destruction and terror... The burning and death. Death that now tainted a new season, even before they had finished mourning those lost to the past one. A chuffing noise escaped the silver beast's jaws, not quite a laugh for it held no humor. The Voice's head on a platter? he suggested, just as darkly. Perhaps rebuilding the Temple and Shrine would be a good start, though. Singing her praises, offering star-themed items or foods with care put into their making to her shrine. These sorts of things. I suspect anything we offer will be disdained but... He couldn't easily shrug while flying, but there was the sense of it in the bond. Not doing anything at all will likely make her temper worse. He brooded in silence for a moment before adding: And though I doubt any of us will much feel like another celebration after... Fiat Lux... the Fae do throw a Midnight Party towards the longest day of the year. Last year all were welcome, so long as you brought a gift to give to someone. A friend, a loved one, a stranger... your choice. Last year he had made his Midnight Party gift with Caiside. The loss of his friend still stung, even with the newer griefs of those who had died more recently.
Given his own fierce guilt and remorse he could hardly blame Loren for a black mood and lack of enthusiasm. He was just glad the other man had been willing to join him in the flight today as they skimmed over white snow occasionally broken by stretches of deep blue where the wind had cleared it from the ice beneath. The odd greenish spot ahead was grown closer, beginning to resolve into a more broken area of the landscape. A central area was nearly black, while paler blue and green color variations surrounded it.
Not last year, at least, the dragon agreed with an inner sigh. Though at least the Fae never had to deal with the LongNight monsters. The destruction and terror... The burning and death. Death that now tainted a new season, even before they had finished mourning those lost to the past one. A chuffing noise escaped the silver beast's jaws, not quite a laugh for it held no humor. The Voice's head on a platter? he suggested, just as darkly. Perhaps rebuilding the Temple and Shrine would be a good start, though. Singing her praises, offering star-themed items or foods with care put into their making to her shrine. These sorts of things. I suspect anything we offer will be disdained but... He couldn't easily shrug while flying, but there was the sense of it in the bond. Not doing anything at all will likely make her temper worse. He brooded in silence for a moment before adding: And though I doubt any of us will much feel like another celebration after... Fiat Lux... the Fae do throw a Midnight Party towards the longest day of the year. Last year all were welcome, so long as you brought a gift to give to someone. A friend, a loved one, a stranger... your choice. Last year he had made his Midnight Party gift with Caiside. The loss of his friend still stung, even with the newer griefs of those who had died more recently.
