Even sand could become stone again, given time. Her smile might have been uneasy, but it held more light than her earlier despair had, and he would gladly take the small steps she gave him, just as she took his own slow progress.
Her interest in what he was doing was even more gratifying, and if he hadn't been concentrating so intently he would have smiled to see her curiosity so piqued. Isuma was just happy to have her sister's hand in her fur and feathers, long tail curling and uncurling slowly on the sheets in contentment until Jigano finished the charm and she hopped up to make sure it passed muster before delivering it.
Amalia's obvious pleasure in the gift warmed and healed something that had been long cracked in his own heart, hope pulsing softly in the undertones of the Attuned bond. The bard shook his head at her apology, his shy smile brightening at her joy. "Magic can be a bit unfair," he admitted apologetically. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot."
Her interest in what he was doing was even more gratifying, and if he hadn't been concentrating so intently he would have smiled to see her curiosity so piqued. Isuma was just happy to have her sister's hand in her fur and feathers, long tail curling and uncurling slowly on the sheets in contentment until Jigano finished the charm and she hopped up to make sure it passed muster before delivering it.
Amalia's obvious pleasure in the gift warmed and healed something that had been long cracked in his own heart, hope pulsing softly in the undertones of the Attuned bond. The bard shook his head at her apology, his shy smile brightening at her joy. "Magic can be a bit unfair," he admitted apologetically. "I didn't mean to put you on the spot."
