Toll paid in potatoes again, and seeds packed carefully against the cold, Jigano made his way to the Palace for the visit he'd promised his friend. The last time they'd parted Loren had been a bit of a wreck, but the bard was hopeful that as time passed some of the raw pain of his wounds would begin to heal. Each day the summoner survived was a chance to find something new worth living for, or rediscovering an old inspiration. It was the sort of soppy optimism he would have once berated Remi for, but he had learned to see the good in that point of view again, or at least was starting to...
Ironically, perhaps, just as Remi had lost it.
Today was not for the grieving former-alchemist, however. It was for Loren, and Jigano made his way to the Citadel bundled against the chilling cold, even in Longheat. He wrapped his scarf a little more tightly around his face as he approached the Palace, slipping in with some of the staff returning from lunch and making his way towards the Infirmary. He peeked in to make sure he wouldn't be interrupting a patient first before he entered, clearing his throat to announce his arrival as he started to divest scarf, hat, and heavy coat. "Loren," he called warmly, pleased to see how well the place had come along since that first day. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in? How are you doing?" A muffled chirp came from his collar and Isuma wriggled out from his coat as he hung it from a hook, looking around excitedly for her luxere friend.
Ironically, perhaps, just as Remi had lost it.
Today was not for the grieving former-alchemist, however. It was for Loren, and Jigano made his way to the Citadel bundled against the chilling cold, even in Longheat. He wrapped his scarf a little more tightly around his face as he approached the Palace, slipping in with some of the staff returning from lunch and making his way towards the Infirmary. He peeked in to make sure he wouldn't be interrupting a patient first before he entered, clearing his throat to announce his arrival as he started to divest scarf, hat, and heavy coat. "Loren," he called warmly, pleased to see how well the place had come along since that first day. "Hope you don't mind me dropping in? How are you doing?" A muffled chirp came from his collar and Isuma wriggled out from his coat as he hung it from a hook, looking around excitedly for her luxere friend.
