Sunjata was indeed a sun-worshiper, to look at him. Jigano's skin had deepened to a darker gold as well, though his wasn't as obvious in the current form. It was a distinct, almost jarring difference from the preparations for the Midnight Party he'd done with Caiside last year, and for a minute the dragon went silent, bowing his head in silent mourning for his lost friend. Lost to LongNight, as so many often were...
But maybe no longer had to be?
We can't remove everyone, he unconsciously agreed with Sunjata's concern. Logistically it wouldn't be possible, even if everyone was willing to go. But, for instance, those who stayed in the Temple last year... People like that we might be able to convince to spend a week in Snowcloak or the Greatwood, if our neighbors would be willing to trade something in exchange for hosting. Even if it only saved a handful of lives that would make it worthwhile. Fewer friends lost. Fewer families lost. Fewer survivors left adrift and mourning in the dark.
The dragon was mostly just raking his claws idly through the stones in the water now, the pile by the merman enough for the rest of the chime. He snorted a cold puff of air at the mention of Deimos, a little guilty and a little amused. Deimos wasn't at the wedding, though. Why would he be unhappy with you? The bard wasn't even thinking about Hotaru's power move of a kiss, in truth, all that was coming to mind was Phoebe's unhappiness with the ceremony, but Deimos had never seemed particularly close or protective of the diminutive midwife.
But maybe no longer had to be?
We can't remove everyone, he unconsciously agreed with Sunjata's concern. Logistically it wouldn't be possible, even if everyone was willing to go. But, for instance, those who stayed in the Temple last year... People like that we might be able to convince to spend a week in Snowcloak or the Greatwood, if our neighbors would be willing to trade something in exchange for hosting. Even if it only saved a handful of lives that would make it worthwhile. Fewer friends lost. Fewer families lost. Fewer survivors left adrift and mourning in the dark.
The dragon was mostly just raking his claws idly through the stones in the water now, the pile by the merman enough for the rest of the chime. He snorted a cold puff of air at the mention of Deimos, a little guilty and a little amused. Deimos wasn't at the wedding, though. Why would he be unhappy with you? The bard wasn't even thinking about Hotaru's power move of a kiss, in truth, all that was coming to mind was Phoebe's unhappiness with the ceremony, but Deimos had never seemed particularly close or protective of the diminutive midwife.
