I hadn't thought to ask the Fae, he mused thoughtfully. But... yes, Tarasha is a friend, and perhaps they would know. Or Jiao. He hadn't seen the latter in ages, but she might well know someone who knew something about instruments. The dragon sent his thanks through the bond for the suggestion. Halo was both more and less likely to provide someone with the knowledge. Humans did so love to make music to brighten long winter nights, but the bitter cold here would be hell on any instrument, especially stringed ones with soundboxes.
Loren's swift response to letting Abasi learn more about him was reassuring, and Jigano hummed a soft encouragement that might have been lost in the wind of their passage. To be safe, he pulsed it along the bond as well to help bolster his friend's uncertainty. Some things are difficult to talk about, he thought gently. They take time to gain the courage to face, and to find the words to describe them. And it is not as if you could have spilled your entire life story to him all at once the day you decided you were a pair. There is likely much he has not shared with you, as well, about himself. I think it would be enough to tell him that you have parts of your past that you wish to share, but ask that he gives you time to come to terms with them yourself, and you will tell him when you're ready. If Abasi respected and cared for Loren as the Launceleyn seemed to for the mortician, a little patience was a small thing to ask.
The sorrow in the goose's voice was impossible to ignore, especially when Jigano was hardly free of sin in that regard. He had walked away from his friends and friendships and attempted to close himself off from others for five miserable years before Caido had shaken him up enough to knock down some of those walls. Still, no one had been able to talk him out of it back then, either. He let the silence settle between them for a few minutes before he said, softly. If you go... if you withdraw from the world like that... I would miss you. It might not mean much to the Launceleyn in his current state of deep depression, but his friendship was all he had left to offer in the face of such despair.
Loren's swift response to letting Abasi learn more about him was reassuring, and Jigano hummed a soft encouragement that might have been lost in the wind of their passage. To be safe, he pulsed it along the bond as well to help bolster his friend's uncertainty. Some things are difficult to talk about, he thought gently. They take time to gain the courage to face, and to find the words to describe them. And it is not as if you could have spilled your entire life story to him all at once the day you decided you were a pair. There is likely much he has not shared with you, as well, about himself. I think it would be enough to tell him that you have parts of your past that you wish to share, but ask that he gives you time to come to terms with them yourself, and you will tell him when you're ready. If Abasi respected and cared for Loren as the Launceleyn seemed to for the mortician, a little patience was a small thing to ask.
The sorrow in the goose's voice was impossible to ignore, especially when Jigano was hardly free of sin in that regard. He had walked away from his friends and friendships and attempted to close himself off from others for five miserable years before Caido had shaken him up enough to knock down some of those walls. Still, no one had been able to talk him out of it back then, either. He let the silence settle between them for a few minutes before he said, softly. If you go... if you withdraw from the world like that... I would miss you. It might not mean much to the Launceleyn in his current state of deep depression, but his friendship was all he had left to offer in the face of such despair.
