Jigano loved the Glade. After Rory's farmstead and the Atheneum it was his third-favorite place in the world. It would likely be tied with the Atheneum if he hadn't put so much time and effort into getting the building repaired and finding a home for his Guild within it. But with all of the death and damage that had happened in the past year, starting with the blight and ending most recently with Fiat Lux, he had found less and less time to spend there.
Today, as Longheat scorched the Fields and sent waves of heat rising in the Settlement, he found his way beneath the cool branches and into the verdant foliage, watered from the nearby Oasis. He needed time to reflect on his failings and decide what was needed to overcome them, to soothe his heart and take time to let go of some of his guilt. To--
Solitude, it seemed, was not in the cards. He paused as he entered the clearing, hand resting on a familiar elm bole as he took in the sight of a woman wearing... something, all right, and her stunned expression as she collected scattered items of clothing and tools. Outlandish clothing? Shocked appearance? Strange belongings?
He pulled himself a little straighter, feeling the mask of welcoming courtesy settle over his features as he cleared his throat, keeping his distance until he saw how she'd react. "Hello," he called quietly, hoping not to startle her too badly. "Would you like a hand?" The newcomer would see a tall man, lean and graceful beneath clothing of dove greys and pale greens, with leather trousers tucked into soft-soled boots. His honey-gold skin stood in contrast to his long white hair, pulled back in a ponytail from blue eyes that watched her with s mix of wariness and concern. High above a small creature trilled and then chortled, and his eyes flicked up with the hint of a smile before returning to Libbs as he awaited her answer.
Today, as Longheat scorched the Fields and sent waves of heat rising in the Settlement, he found his way beneath the cool branches and into the verdant foliage, watered from the nearby Oasis. He needed time to reflect on his failings and decide what was needed to overcome them, to soothe his heart and take time to let go of some of his guilt. To--
Solitude, it seemed, was not in the cards. He paused as he entered the clearing, hand resting on a familiar elm bole as he took in the sight of a woman wearing... something, all right, and her stunned expression as she collected scattered items of clothing and tools. Outlandish clothing? Shocked appearance? Strange belongings?
He pulled himself a little straighter, feeling the mask of welcoming courtesy settle over his features as he cleared his throat, keeping his distance until he saw how she'd react. "Hello," he called quietly, hoping not to startle her too badly. "Would you like a hand?" The newcomer would see a tall man, lean and graceful beneath clothing of dove greys and pale greens, with leather trousers tucked into soft-soled boots. His honey-gold skin stood in contrast to his long white hair, pulled back in a ponytail from blue eyes that watched her with s mix of wariness and concern. High above a small creature trilled and then chortled, and his eyes flicked up with the hint of a smile before returning to Libbs as he awaited her answer.
