The dragon bowed his head in acknowledgement, curling horns sparking sunlight - and then twitched, sending ripples through the water around him as another goldfish slid over his back. A rumbling noise that might have been a chuckle rose on his throat, and he was distracted from further pursuit of the Flood's current health issues. He didn't know Sunjata well enough to know if the man would ask for help...
But the way he'd gone through the wedding on poor stubbornness made it seem unlikely. Still, there was nothing Jigano could do unless something changed, so he settled back to rock hunting while Sunjata used his clever human fingers to string together pretty stones. They might not chime, per se, but they would catch the light and click and clack in the wind, an alert for any breeze blowing across the Longheat-scorched fields.
I have a crossbow that Deimos made me... perhaps I could gift it to her? he mused thoughtfully. Or were you thinking more along the lines of a shortbow or horsebow for her? Either way, the General was the one to ask for munitions for any occasion. The rasping breath brought his musing to a halt, however, and Jigano dipped his head to nose gently at the black-and-white tail of his companion. You could find a nice warm rock to lounge on while you work, he suggested dryly, but with genuine concern underlying the teasing. And perhaps you could spend LongNight in Halo or the Greatwood next year? I heard that the monsters didn't make it outside the Hollowed Grounds. Whether they were tethered to the Spire or simply drawn to the Ascended that had been corralled within the Sanctuary last year the bard didn't know. If the monsters were able to traverse the portals and follow the Ascended to other regions next LongNight...
They would cross that bridge when they came to it.
The displayed portion of the chime had the dragon perking up, tail lashing beneath the water and leaving a swishing trail of froth and bubbles in its wake. That's perfect! he admired enthusiastically, leaning close to see the clever thread cages Sunjata had made for the stones. Have you made these before?
But the way he'd gone through the wedding on poor stubbornness made it seem unlikely. Still, there was nothing Jigano could do unless something changed, so he settled back to rock hunting while Sunjata used his clever human fingers to string together pretty stones. They might not chime, per se, but they would catch the light and click and clack in the wind, an alert for any breeze blowing across the Longheat-scorched fields.
I have a crossbow that Deimos made me... perhaps I could gift it to her? he mused thoughtfully. Or were you thinking more along the lines of a shortbow or horsebow for her? Either way, the General was the one to ask for munitions for any occasion. The rasping breath brought his musing to a halt, however, and Jigano dipped his head to nose gently at the black-and-white tail of his companion. You could find a nice warm rock to lounge on while you work, he suggested dryly, but with genuine concern underlying the teasing. And perhaps you could spend LongNight in Halo or the Greatwood next year? I heard that the monsters didn't make it outside the Hollowed Grounds. Whether they were tethered to the Spire or simply drawn to the Ascended that had been corralled within the Sanctuary last year the bard didn't know. If the monsters were able to traverse the portals and follow the Ascended to other regions next LongNight...
They would cross that bridge when they came to it.
The displayed portion of the chime had the dragon perking up, tail lashing beneath the water and leaving a swishing trail of froth and bubbles in its wake. That's perfect! he admired enthusiastically, leaning close to see the clever thread cages Sunjata had made for the stones. Have you made these before?
