He wanted to press further, to tease out some little tidbit of information of this that made Loren happy, even if it was as small as one of Amalia's fruit tarts - or as recently discovered as grilled magna vermis on a stick. Given Loren's lack of enthusiasm and the heaviness of the conversation Jigano decided to leave it be until another day, one after they'd had time to recover a bit more from the battering their hearts and souls had taken at Fiat Lux. He simply sent empathy and the warmth of his friendship to press back against old grief and fears from a dark childhood they couldn't change, glad that Loren had escaped that life, even if his present currently felt bleak for different reasons. Flute and lap-harp, mostly, though I can also drum with sticks or hands. I used to play mandolin, but lost it in my arrival here. He felt a brief pang of nostalgia for the lost instrument, but it was mild indeed. What drew you to Abasi? he asked, perhaps throwing a curveball into the conversation, as much to try and find something good in Loren's life for the goose to focus on as anything else.
A rumble of acknowledgment came through both the bond and from the dragon's chest as he dropped altitude to glance at something dark on the ice, but it was naught but a strangely shaped rock, and he pumped his wings to regain altitude again. It's a task with few benefits, he admitted with a faint sigh through the bond. But... one thing we were given is a small orb. Something that's attuned to us, and lets us see the state of new portals... and also each other. We can't use it to communicate or anything like that, but we can sort of... sense each other. Generally where someone is, or at least their direction. And I think... whether or not they're alive. We just hadn't needed to test it before. That had changed, though, and if there was any time for it, it was now - or at least, once they had landed and made it back to the warmth of the Hollowed Grounds, so chilled fingers didn't drop the precious sphere.
A rumble of acknowledgment came through both the bond and from the dragon's chest as he dropped altitude to glance at something dark on the ice, but it was naught but a strangely shaped rock, and he pumped his wings to regain altitude again. It's a task with few benefits, he admitted with a faint sigh through the bond. But... one thing we were given is a small orb. Something that's attuned to us, and lets us see the state of new portals... and also each other. We can't use it to communicate or anything like that, but we can sort of... sense each other. Generally where someone is, or at least their direction. And I think... whether or not they're alive. We just hadn't needed to test it before. That had changed, though, and if there was any time for it, it was now - or at least, once they had landed and made it back to the warmth of the Hollowed Grounds, so chilled fingers didn't drop the precious sphere.
